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Arlo Guthrie




Альбом Arlo Guthrie


Running Down The Road (1969)
1969
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Living In The Country
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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
Where I belong

CHORUS:
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

But as I sit here today
Many mile's I am away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw

Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

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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 away from me

Every toe that I know
Step away with me
I can't seem to get where
I want to be
Maybe it's my own foot
That keeps tripping me
Trip trap - flip flap
It must come to wherever from it comes
Through to me
I can't walk to where
My own dreams talk to me

Every face in this place
Take your eyes away
Blink if you think that
There's another way
Maybe it's my own eyes
That don't see the way
The time is blind
It may come to pass
That I will lose my mind
I can't live without the love I left behind
I can't live without the love I left behind

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Words and Music by Mississippi John Hurt

1. My Creole Belle
I loved her well
My darin' baby
My Creole Belle

2. When the stars do shine
I'll call her mine
My darlin' baby
My Creole belle

REPEAT 1 2X
REPEAT2 2X

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Words and Music Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
Rolling, wheeling like I'm feeling
Everything's gonna carry on
You go your way, I'm going my way
We will come and so be gone

Wheel of fortune, turn for me now
Turn to trouble in the West
Wheels of completion rolling
Wait to put my mind to rest

CHORUS

Hey, Ezekiel, you can leave now
You got to go or stay so long
While your wheels just keep turning
Turn to rhythm right and wrong

CHORUS

Wheel of fortune, turn for me now
Turn to trouble in the West
Wheels of completion rolling
Wait to put my mind at rest

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Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Oh, in the morning
Feel like the sun
Coming up on daytime
Shine on every one
Coming up on darkness
Warm me in your arms
Let me know another lonely night
Has come and gone

Oh, happy river flowing
Gently unto me
Softly bring me music
Listen to you sing
Swiftly running river flowing
We'll at last be free
Oh, happy waterwheel
Roll gently over me

Oh in the evening
Feel alone at last
All of the things that the daytime brings
Roll gently in the past
There is nothing left to see
Except the stars and moon
To let me know another lonely day
Is coming soon

Oh, in the morning
Feel like the sun
Coming up on daytime
Shine on everyone
Coming up on darkness
Warm me in your arms
Let me know another lonely night
Has come and gone

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Coming in from London from over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chicken flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer

Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of ki's
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, yeah

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger

Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of ki's
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man

Hip woman walking on the moving floor
Tripping on the escalator
There's a man in the line and she's blowing his mind
Thinking that he's already made her

Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of ki's
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man

Coming in from London from over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chicken flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer

Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of ki's
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, yeah, all right

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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 believe I'm sinkin'
Look at he hole I'm In
Stealin' stealin'
Prefty mama don't you tell on me
I'm stealin' back to my
Same old used to be

Well I got me a woman
'Bout my size and height
She's a married woman
So you know she treats me right

CHORUS

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

Well I got me a woman
'Bout my size and height
She's a married woman
So you know she treats me right
I don't believe I love you
Look at the fool I've been
I don't believe I'm sinkin"
Look at the hole I'm in

Stealin' stealin'
Pretty mama don't you tell on me
I'm stealin' back to my
Same old used to be

Stealin" back to my
same old used to be
Stealin" back to my
Same old used to be

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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
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:
Alone for years you sailed around
At last your ship come in
Well, charge admission on her deck
Or sail her out again

Among the people that you met
Are some you'll see again
With perfumed flowers in your hands
You stood there in the rain
They set the stage for anything
And everyone was game
You came alone and now at home
They stop and ask your name

CHORUS

You'd like to see your friends again
The ones left on the road
And ramble 'round from town to town
And tell me what's been told
And sing the song you sang before
You sat before the king
And fate alone will guide you on
And give you words to sing

CHORUS

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Living In The Country

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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've been told
You were there beside me
Running down the road

Walking down the street
Meet me down the line
Police car at my feet
They were there on time
Everybody's looking for
Something to explode
How can you afford the time
Running down the road

My feet are getting tired
My head begins to spin
Who of us is dreaming
You or me or him?
Yes, You know I'm waiting
While these times unfold
Looking backward briefly
Running down the road

(Repeat first verse)

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