On a long lonesome journey I'm going Oh darling, and please don't you cry Though in shackles and chains they will take me In prison to stay till I die
Solo le pido a Dios Que el dolor no me sea indiferente Que la reseca muerte no me encuentre Vacio y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente Solo le pido a
If I could go back home to the place I was raised I'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days But I just can't do it, I was raised on the road I
One night with you Is what I'm now prayin' for The things that we two could plan Would make my dreams come true Just call on me And I'll be right by
I've been to wild Montana I went there in a storm My boots were Texas leather My Levis wet and torn I loved it in Montana Loved it in the storm I think
Every now and again when the world seems blue And all of the trials there disappear in you They say that there's a way to get across the bridge But I
words and music by Arlo Guthrie Running down the road Make my get away Everything I told you was just yesterday Yes, You know I'm off again Oh, and I
by Lillian Bos Ross, Sam Eskin, Richard Dehr & Frank Miller (Arlo's version is from the singing of Ramblin' Jack Elliott) My name is Juanano de Castro
words and music by Arlo Guthrie VERSE: Standing at the threshold of a moment in my life Looking far into the ceaseless wonders of this day Calling from
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words and music by Pete Seeger Sailng down my golden river Sun and water all my own Yet I was never alone Sun and water, old life givers l'll have them
Put your arms around me Like a circle `round the sun You know I'll love you, baby When my easy ridin's done You don't believe I love you Look at the
You said you didn't know That the cats with the bugs were there And you never go along With that kind of stuff no where But that just isn't the point
Me and my goose Me and my pal We had some very good times Me and my goose his name was Al And he cost only a dime Over meadows we'd stray Playing all
by Jimmy Driftwood Along about eighteen and twenty-five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would have got through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't
The power of love can make a blind man see Can bring a man to his knees The power of love can make a sultan grieve Can make a skeptic believe The power
My Creole belle, I loved her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle When the stars do shine, I'll call her mine My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole
Words and Music by Arlo Guthrie 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