Song to Woody — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

(first releasebob dylan)



Im out here a thousand miles from my home

Walkin a road other men have gone down

Im seein your world of people and things

Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.



Hey, hey, woody guthrie, I wrote you a song

bout a funny old world thats a-comin along

Seems sick and its hungry, its tired and its torn

It looks like its a-dyin and its hardly been born.



Hey, woody guthrie, but I know that you know

All the things Im a-sayin, and many times more

Im a-singin every song, but I cant sing enough

Cause theres not many men done the things that you done.



Heres to cisco and sonny and leadbelly, too

And to all the good people that traveled with you

Heres to the hearts and the hands of the men

That come with the dust and are gone with the wind



Im a-leavin tomorrow, but I could leave today

Somewhere down the road someday

The very last thing that Id want to do

Is to say Id been hittin some hard travelin too.