Gabriel's Mother's Hiway Ballad #16 Blues Lyrics - Arlo Guthrie

Woke up this morning with my head in my hand 

Come on, children, come on 

Snow was falling all over the land 

Come on, children, come on 

I don't know but I've been told 

Come on, children, come on 

That the streets of Heaven have all been sold 

Come on, children, come on 

Come on, children, all come home 

Jesus going to make you well 

Come on, people, now it's time to go 

Go to where a man can dwell 

Well, the sun come up while I wrote this song 

Come on, children, come on 

To remember me well that it won't be long 

Come on, children, come on 

Come on, children, all come home 

Jesus going to make you well 

Come on, people, now it's time to go 

Go to where a man can dwell 

Come on, Gabriel, blow that thing 

Come on, children, come on 

All God's children got to dance and sing 

Come on, children, come on 

All God's children got to sing and shout 

Come on, children, come on 

There ain't nobody 'round bound to kick you out 

Come on, children, come on 

One of these days we'll all be there 

Come on, children, come on 

Seeing those wheels way up in the air 

Come on, children, come on 

Come on everybody, what's it worth? 

Come on, children, come on 

To make the heaven out of this earth 

Come on, children, come on 

Come on, children, all come home 

Jesus going to make you well 

Come on, people, now it's time to go 

Go to where a man can dwell 

Moses going to make you well 

Daniel going to make you well 

Noah going to make you well 

Jesus going to make you well 

Gonna make you well