Arlo Davy Guthrie (born July 10, 1947) is an American United States folk folk music singer. Like his father, Woody Guthrie, Arlo often sings songs of protest protest song against social injustice. One of Guthrie's works is "Alice's Restaurant Massacree Alice's Restaurant ," a satirical talking blues song of about 18 minutes in length. [read more] - Cooper's Lament
Hey brothers, hear me callIt ain't that I had to fallWasn't no one's fault last nightWhen I looked up and felt the lightHere's hoping you'll understandI want to fell like a natural manGet up early in the morning to do...
- Darkest Hour
It's the tenth of JanuaryAnd I still ain't had no sleepShe comes waItzing in the nighttimeMade of wingsShe is dressed up like a banditWith a hundred sparkling ringsLooking for my company to keepComing closer to meShe...
- Last Train
I want to hop on the last train in the stationWon't need to get yourself preparedWhen you're on that last train for gloryYou'll know you're reasonably thereMaybe you ain't walked on any highwayYou've just been flyin'...
- Last To Leave
Lonely sunshine, days come easy,Spend my time alone at rest,And if I were the last to leave here,Now would these roads be any less?Oh, I'm the last to leave.Now would these ribbon highway roadsBe less wonderful to...
- Gabriel's Mother's Highway Ballad #16 Blues
Woke up this morning with my head in my handCome on, children, come onThe snow was falling all over the landCome on, children, come onI don't know but I've been toldCome on, children, come onThat the streets of heaven...
- City Of New Orleans
The City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman *Arlo Guthrie and others have substituted the word "steel" for "steam"and "feel" for "dream", also "card games" for "cards"Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central...
- Alice's Restaurant
CHORUS:You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurantYou can get anything you want at Alice's restaurantWalk right in, it's around the backJust a half a mile from the railroad trackYou can get anything you want...
- Deportee
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;They're flying 'em back to the Mexican borderTo pay all their money to wade back again CHORUS:Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye,...
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