Song To Woody Bob Dylan I'm (G)out here a thousand (D)miles from my (G)home (C)Walkin' a road other men have gone (G)down I'm seein' your world of (C)people and (G)things Your paupers and peasants and (D)princes and (G)kings Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny old world that's a-comin' along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's a dyin' and it's hardly been born Hey, hey, Woody, but i know that you know All the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many a times more I'm a-singin' you this song but I can't sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that done things that you've done Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Lead Belly 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 the dust and are gone with the wind I'm a-leavin' tomorrow, but i could leave today Somewhere down, some road, someday The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too ---- original key (A)   alles-uke.de