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.