Song to Woody

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I'm [G]out here a thousand [D/F#]miles from my [G]home
[C]Walking a [G/B]road other [D/A]men have gone [G]down
I'm [G]seeing your [E/D]world of [C]people and [G]things
Hear [G]paupers and p[G/B]easants and p[D/A]rinces and k[G]ings.

Hey [G]hey Woody Guthrie I [D/F#]wrote you a so[G]ng  
[C]About a fu[G/B]nny old wor[D/B]ld that's comi[G]ng along
Seem[G]s sick and i[E/D]t's hungr[C]y, it's tir[G]ed and it's torn
It lo[G]oks like it's[G/B] dying and it[D/A]'s hardly be[G]en born.

Hey [G]Woody Guthrie but I [D/F#]know that you [G]know
[C]All the th[G/B]ings that I[D/A]'m saying and [G]a many times more
I'm [G]singing you [E/D]the song [C]but I can't[G] sing enough
'Caus[G]e there's not[G/B] many men tha[D/A]t've done th[G]e things that you've done.

Here[G]'s to Cisco and Sonn[D/F#]y and Leadbell[G]y too
[C]And to all[G/B] the good p[D/A]eople that tra[G]velled with you
Here[G]'s to the he[E/D]arts and [C]the hands o[G]f the men
That [G]come with the[G/B] dust and are[D/A] gone with t[G]he wind.

I'm [G]leaving tomorrow but[D/F#] I could leave[G] today
[C]Somewhere [G/B]down the ro[D/A]ad someday [G]    
The [G]very last th[E/D]ing that [C]I'd want to[G] do  
Is to[G] say I've bee[G/B]n hitting som[D/A]e hard trave[G]lling too.

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

Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that's coming along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born.

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

Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And to all the good people that travelled 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 leaving tomorrow but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too.

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