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Dylan Bob
Bob Dylan
Song to Woody
by Bob Dylan
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,
'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.
- Álbum:
- Bob Dylan
- Dylan
- Miscellaneous
- The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
- New Morning
- The Basement Tapes
- Love And Theft
- Time Out Of Mind
- Dylan And The Dead
- Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
- Another Side of Bob Dylan
- Blonde on Blonde
- Blood on the Tracks
- Bringing It All Back Home
- Desire
- Down in the Groove
- Empire Burlesque
- Good as I Been to You
- Highway 61 Revisited
- Infidels