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I'm out here a thousand miles from my home I'm walking a road other men have gone down I'm seeing your world of people and things Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song About a funny old world that's a-coming along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's dying and it's a-hardly been born Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a-saying an' a-many times more I'm a-singing you this song but I can't sing enough Because there's not many men that done the things that you've done Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too And to all the good people that traveled with you Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come With dust and are gone with the wind From Letras Mania