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Song to Woody
Bob Dylan
1962
Columbia
Paroles
I'm out here a 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 the 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 an' Sonny an' 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-leaving' 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.
Interprétation
La seconde composition du disque, et la plus personnelle : un hommage à Woody Guthrie, composé sur la mélodie de 1913 Massacre, que Guthrie lui-même avait écrite. Dylan y chante « les chansons de cette terre » qu'il a apprises en écoutant son modèle.
Écrite alors que Guthrie agonise à l'hôpital de Greystone, la chanson est à la fois une déclaration de filiation et un adieu. Elle scelle le passage de témoin entre deux générations de chanteurs folk, et reste l'une des pièces les plus émouvantes du premier album.
Folk 1962
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