Johnny Cash - Song to woody

I'm^A out here a thousand ^Emiles from m^Ay home ^DWalkin' a r^Aoad other m^B7en have gone ^Adown I'm seein' your world of ^Dpeople and ^Athings Your paupers and p^Eeasants and p^B7rinces and ^Akings

He^Ay, hey Woody Guthrie I w^Erote you a ^Asong 'Bout a ^Dfunny ol' w^Aorld that's a-c^B7omin' a^Along Sick an' it's hungry, it's ^Dtired and it's ^Atorn Looks like it's a ^Edyin' an' it's ^B7hardly been ^Aborn

H^Aey, Woody Guthrie, but I k^Enow that you kn^Aow All the th^Dings that I'm a sa^Ayin' an' a-m^B7any times m^Aore I'm a-singin' this song, but I ^Dcan't sing ^Aenough 'Cause there's not ^Emany men that done t^B7hings you do^Ane

Here's to C^Aisco an' Sonny an' L^Eead belly t^Aoo An' to a^Dll the good p^Aeople that tr^B7aveled with y^Aou Here's to the hearts and the ha^Dnds of the m^Aen That come with the d^Eust and are g^B7one with the w^Aind

I'm a-leavin' tomorrow, but I c^Eould leave t^Aoday So^Dmewhere do^Awn the road ^B7someday ^A The very last thing that I'd w^Eant to d^Ao Is to say I^E've been hittin' some h^B7ard travelin' t^Aoo