I´m out here a thousand miles from my home,
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.

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 a dying and it´s hardly been born.

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know,
All the things that I´m saying, and many times more,
I´m a singing you the song, but I can´t sing enough,
Cause there´s not many men
That done the things that you´ve done.

Here is to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too,
And to all the good people that traveled with you,
Here is to the hearts and the hands of the men,
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

I´m 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 hitting some hard traveling too.