Turkey Chase

I'm out here, thousand miles from my home
 Walkin' a road other men have gone down
 I'm seein' your world of people and things
 Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings
 Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
 Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along
 Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn
 It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born
 Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
 All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more
 I'm a-singin' you this song, but I can't sing enough
 'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done
 Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
 An' to all the good people that traveled with you
 Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
 That come with the dust and are gone with the wind
 I'm a-leavin' 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 hittin' some hard travelin' too