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.
And I dream in the morning she brings me water. I dream in the evening she brings me wine. Just a poor man's daughter from Puerto Penasco. Evangelina in old Mexico.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . And for myself I have no regrets. That time has taken what it soon forgets. A gambler's paradise in short vignettes.
Gonna sit right here and sing myself a tune. That I wrote one afternoon after everyone had gone. And I know that this won't mean a lot to you. You've got better things to do but for me I'll just go on.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . I remember when I met you. Underneath the evening sky. Now it seems I could forget you. Rescue me, I'm bound to die.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . If all the doors were closed in heaven. Where would all the angels go. Would they just fly around forever. Or would they come down here below.
Lyrics by Woody Guthrie. Music by Martin Hoffman. . The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting. The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps. They're flying you back to the Mexico border.
words and music by Woody Guthrie. . Well, the new sheriff wrote me a letter. Yes, the new sheriff wrote me a letter. Come up and see me, dead or alive.
traditional. . De colores, de colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera. De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.
Days are short and I ain't down. The sun is on the hill. Looking in my suitcase for a friend. . The door was opened wide. You know I lost a little pride.
It's the tenth of January and I still ain't had no sleep. She comes waItzing in the nighttime made of wings. She is dressed up like a bandit with a hundred sparkling rings.
This morning I woke up alone. I spent the day time on my own. Lots of people have come and gone. To hear a cowboy sing an old time song. . Oh babe, I love you so.
Hey brothers, hear me call. It ain't that I had to fall. Wasn't no one's fault last night. That I looked up and felt the light. . Here's hoping you'll understand, I want to feel like a natural man.
Man I hate the sun.. What do you mean you hate the sun?. It gets all hot on my neck, but the moon rocks. I wish it were just the moon.. Yeah but you gotta have the sun rays to live..
Everything seems to be going in the wrong direction. The doctor wants to give me more injections. He's given me shots for a thousand rare infections. And they don't know if they'll let me go.
Coming in from London from over the Pole. Flying in a big airliner. Chickens flying everywhere around the plane. Could we ever feel much finer?. . Coming into Los Angeles.
Riding on the City Of New Orleans. Illinois Central, Monday morning rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Three Conductors; twenty-five sacks of mail.
All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown. The moon rolls through the nighttime, till the daybreak comes around. All my life's a circle but I can't tell you why.
Warm me from the wind and take my hand. A song is sounding, softly singing. My song is cast upon the rainbow waves. Forever splashing in the sunlight.