I'm out here a
thousand miles from
my
home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing a new world of people and things
Hear
paupersandpeasants
and
princesandkings.
Hey
hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About
a funny old world that's coming
along
Seems
sick and it's
hungry,
it's tired and
it's torn
It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been
born.
