I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
Walkin' a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing a 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 comin' along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born
world
travelling
travelled
tomorrow
today
wrote
tired
thousand
sonny
someday
hearts
other
guthrie
leave
funny
cisco
princes
hands
times
enough
kings
hungry
thing
hitting
miles
seeing
woody
somewhere
hardly
along
looks
things
paupers
peasants
could
people
seems
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