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I^,m out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walkin^, a road other men have gone down.
I^,m seein^, your world of people and things,
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings.

Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
^,Bout a funny ol^, world that^,s a-comin^, along.
Seems sick an^, it^,s hungry, it^,s tired an^, it^,s torn,
It looks like it^,s a-dyin^, an^, it^,s hardly been born.

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I^,m a-sayin^, an^, a-many times more.
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 the things that you^,ve done.

Here^,s to Cisco an^, Sonny an^, Leadbelly too,
An^, to all the good people that traveled 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 a-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 hittin^, some hard travelin^, too.
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