I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing a world of people and things
Here are paupers and peasants and princes and kings
Hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
But a funny old fool that's been coming along
Seems to get as hungry, as tired, as torn
In the fight, it's dying, it's hard
We've been born
Hey Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm saying and many times more
I'm singing you this song but I can't sing it enough
Cause there's not many men done the things that you've done
This is disco, it's honey and let Belly tell
Ain't all the good people
That travel with you
Here's to the hearts in the hands of the nun
They come
With the dust and the gut with the words
I'm leaving tomorrow but I couldn't leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that I wanna do
Is to stay here and stay with you
Is to stay here and stay with you
Love it and it's a more traveling day
I'm leaving tomorrow but I couldn't leave today
Yeah
I'm leaving tomorrow but I couldn't leave today