1. Song to Woody

From the recording Woody Fest on the Mount

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Song To Woody

I’m out here a thousand miles from home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I’m seeing your world of people and things
Dear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
‘bout a funny old world that’s a-coming along
seems sick and its hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn
looks like it’s a-dying and it’s hardly been born

Hey Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All that I’m saying and many times more
I’m singing you this song but I can’t sing enough
Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done

Here’s to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And all the good people who traveled with you
Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men
Who come with the dust and are gone with the wind

I’m leaving tomorrow but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road some way
The very last thing that I’d want to do
Is to say I’ve been hitting some hard traveling too