| I’m out here a thousand miles from my home
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| Walkin' a road other men have gone down
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| I’m seein' your world of people and things
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| Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings
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| Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
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| 'Bout a funny ol' world that’s a-comin' along
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| Seems sick an' it’s hungry, it’s tired an' it’s torn
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| It looks like it’s a-dyin' an' it’s hardly been born
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| Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
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| All the things that I’m a-sayin' an' a-many times more
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| I’m a-singin' you the song, but I can’t sing enough
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| 'Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done
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| Here’s to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too
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| An' to all the good people that traveled with you
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| Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men
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| That come with the dust and are gone with the wind
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| I’m a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today
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| Somewhere down the road someday
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| The very last thing that I’d want to do
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| Is to say I’ve been hittin' some hard travelin' too |