Every morning just as soon as it's light Get out of bed and I'm feeling alright Make me some coffee and I sit down alone The rest of the day I'm on the
words and music by James Rider Just me and a friend roamin' around Him a magician and I was a clown Playin' the streets for a dollar a day Waitin' for
words and music by Arlo Guthrie Looked into your eyes this morning You were far away You must have known I was looking for you You knew you couldn't
I struck the trail in seventy-nine The herd strung out behind me As I jogged along my mind went back To the gal I left behind If I ever get off the trail
words and music by Arlo Guthrie Loving in golden temples, my love Is flowing on heavenly seas The silent commands and heard throughout the lands And
Mom's just a throw-back to the sixties generation All that junk like peace and love is just an aggravation Ain't got no use for transcendental meditation
words and music by Arlo Guthrie This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
words by Calvin Trillin music and adaptation by Pete Seeger When something in my history is found Which contradicts the views that I propound Or shows
Someday I'll be there with you When you're there, I'll be there too If you only knew I will be with you Someday we will meet again When we meet, I'll
words and music by Woody Guthrie Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen All wrapped in white linen
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
Uncle Jeff played the fiddle in his Colorado home And I backed him on the banjo so he didn't play alone We've got five generations of a fiddle playin'
I'm growing tired of the big city lights Tired of the glamor, tired of the sights In all my dreams, I am roaming once more Back to my home on the old
Oh, the time will come up when the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins
I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorcycle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle And I don't want to die Just
My love, you're like the wind on the run I never know where you are coming from I wasn't easily won My love I saw you first long ago I didn't think then
There's gonna be some changin' 'round Babe, when you come turn me down Trifled on me for your last time When I come home at night Why you always start