Текст песни Bob Dylan - Song to Woody
Bob Dylan - Song to Woody слова песни
(first releasebob dylan)Im out here a thousand miles from my homeWalkin a road other men have gone downIm seein your world of people and thingsHear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.Hey, hey, woody guthrie, I wrote you a songbout a funny old world thats a-comin alongSeems sick and its hungry, its tired and its tornIt looks like its a-dyin and its hardly been born.Hey, woody guthrie, but I know that you knowAll the things Im a-sayin, and many times moreIm a-singin every song, but I cant sing enoughCause theres not many men done the things that you done.Heres to cisco and sonny and leadbelly, tooAnd to all the good people that traveled with youHeres to the hearts and the hands of the menThat come with the dust and are gone with the windIm a-leavin tomorrow, but I could leave todaySomewhere down the road somedayThe very last thing that Id want to doIs to say Id been hittin some hard travelin too.