I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
I'm walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing your world of people and things
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings
Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that's a-coming along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's dying and it's a-hardly been born
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-saying an' a-many times more
I'm a-singing you this song but I can't sing enough
Because there's not many men
that done the things that you've done
Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And to all the good people that traveled with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come
With dust and are gone with the wind