Scorpio (Dark Humor)
"Song to Woody" by Bob Dylan
Happy Birthday, Woody Guthrie!
Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that’s coming along
Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn
It looks like it’s dying and it’s hardly been born.
Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know
All the things that I’m saying and a many times more
I’m singing you the song but I can’t you sing enough
'Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done.
My friends from the prison, they ask unto me, ‘How good, how good does it feel to be free?’ And I answer them most mysteriously, ‘Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?’
Tell me where it hurts you, honey
I’ll tell you who to call