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Song To Woody
Bob Dylan
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A A/C# E7 A
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 and 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 things you 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-leavin' tomorroe, 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