[Verse 1]
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
I'm walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing your world of people and things
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings

[Verse 2]
Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that's a-coming along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's dying and it's a-hardly been born

[Verse 3]
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-saying an' a-many times more
I'm a-singing you this song but I can't sing enough
Because there's not many men that done the things that you've done

[Verse 4]
Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And to all the good people that traveled with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come

[Outro]
With dust and are gone with the wind