Arlo Guthrie

words and Music by Arlo Guthrie Too many women growing up wrong Get an education thinking thoughts on their own Making decisions telling men what to do Look at the trouble that we're all going through Russian girls could save the world Here in Americ

Alice's Restaurant By Arlo Guthrie This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's

Adapted by Doc Watson, Additional adaptation by John Pilla and Arlo Guthrie co-produced by Van Dyke Parks I went down in the valley to pray Learnin' about the good old way And who would wear the starry crown Oh Lord, show me the way Oh Brother, let's

I saw the splendor of the moonlight On Honolulu Bay There's something tender in the moonlight On Honolulu Bay And all the beaches are filled with peaches Who bring their ukes along And in the glimmer of the moonlight They love to sing this song 1: If

1913 Massacre Woody Guthrie Take a trip with me in 1913, To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. I will take you to a place called Italian Hall, Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball. I will take you in a door and up a high stairs

by Goebel Reeves Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rail humming That's a hobo's lullaby Do not think about tomorrow Let tomorrow come and go Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar Safe from all the wind a

Words end Music by Gus Cannon Arranged and Adapted by Arlo Guthrie Put your arms around me Like a circle 'round the sun You know I'll love you baby When my easy ridin's done CHORUS: You don't believe I love you Look at the fool I've been You don't be

City of New Orleans Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars & 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farm

Words and Music Arlo Guthrie Every hand in the land Shakes along with me It don't seem that I can dream Like I used to dream Maybe that somebody is shaking me If I fell I could tell It may be that somebody is making me Dream that you're forever Gone

You said you didn't know That the cats with the birds were there And you never go along with that kind of stuff no where But that just isn't the point man That's the wrong wrong way to go If you didn't know about that one, well then what else don't y

It's the tenth of January and I still ain't had no sleep She comes waltzing in the nighttime, made of wings She is dressed up like a bandit with a hundred sparkling rings Looking for my company to keep Coming closer to me, she doesn't say a word In t

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie and Jack Guthrie Many a month has come and gone Since I've wandered from my home In those Oklahoma hills Where I was born Many a page of my life has turned Many lessons I have learned And I feel like in those hills Wh

Sail with me into the unknown void That has no end Swept along the open road That don't seem to begin I may be back again Meantime I'll keep sailing down This highway in the wind Evenings just begin the days And follows with the night To love you and

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I remember now the time you left You thought to say farewell But for how long you would be gone There was no way to tell You just set out upon your road It caused you lots of grief And took you many places that You came to, for to leave [CHORUS:] Alo

Woke up this morning with my head in my hand The snow was falling all over the land I don't know but I've been told That the streets of heaven have all been sold [Chorus] Jesus gonna make you well Go to where a man can dwell To remind me well that it

Victor Jara words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie Victor Jara of Chile Lived like a shooting star He fought for the people of Chile With his songs and his guitar His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Victor Jara was a peasant He work