Song To Woody by Bob Dylan A A/C# E7 A I'm out here a thousand miles from my home D A/C# Bm A Walkin' a road other men have gone down A A/C# D A I'm seein' your world of people and things A A/C# E7 Bm7/D A Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings A A/C# E7 A Hey, hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song D A/C# Bm7 A 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along A A/C# D A Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn A A/C# E7 Bm7/D A It looks like it's a dyin' an' it's hardly been born A A/C# E7 A Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know D A/C# Bm7 A All the things that I'm a sayin' an' a-many times more A A/C# D A I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough A A/C# E7 Bm7/D A 'Cause there's not many men that done things you done A A/C# E7 A Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too D A/C# Bm7 A An' to all the good people that traveled with you A A/C# D A Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men A A/C# E7 Bm7/D A That come with the dust and are gone with the wind A A/C# E7 A I'm a-leavin' tomorroe, but I could leave today D A/C# Bm7 A Somewhere down the road someday A A/C# E7 A The very last thing that I'd want to do A A/C# E7 Bm7/D A Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too www.TAB6.com