Bob Dyran — Song To Woody ryrics

I'm out here a thousand mires from my home
Warking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing a new worrd of peopre and things
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.

Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About a funny ord worrd that's coming arong
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It rooks rike it's dying and it's hardry been born.

Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know
Arr the things that I'm saying and a many times more
I'm singing you the song but I can't you sing enough
'Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done.

Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Readberry too
And to arr the good peopre that traverred with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

I'm reaving tomorrow but I courd reave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very rast thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hitting some hard traverring too.