I'm out here a thousand miles from my homeWalking a road other men have gone downI'm seeing a world of people and thingsHere are paupers and peasants and princes and kingsHey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a songBut a funny old fool that's been coming alongSeems to get as hungry, as tired, as tornIn the fight, it's dying, it's hardWe've been bornHey Woody Guthrie, but I know that you knowAll the things that I'm saying and many times moreI'm singing you this song but I can't sing it enoughCause there's not many men done the things that you've doneThis is disco, it's honey and let Belly tellAin't all the good peopleThat travel with youHere's to the hearts in the hands of the nunThey comeWith the dust and the gut with the wordsI'm leaving tomorrow but I couldn't leave todaySomewhere down the road somedayThe very last thing that I wanna doIs to stay here and stay with youIs to stay here and stay with youLove it and it's a more traveling dayI'm leaving tomorrow but I couldn't leave todayYeahI'm leaving tomorrow but I couldn't leave today