ARLO GUTHRIE - Patriot's Dream

Arlo Guthrie

Song Lyrics: "Patriot's Dream"
Recorded by: "Arlo Guthrie"
Written by: (Arlo Guthrie)
Album: "Amigo" - 1976

* ARLO GUTHRIE - Patriot's Dream .

* ARLO GUTHRIE - Patriot's Dream .

ARLO GUTHRIE - The Motorcycle Song

Arlo Guthrie

Song Lyrics: "The Motorcycle Song (Long version)"
Recorded by: "Arlo Guthrie"
Written by: (Arlo Guthrie)
Album: "Alice's Restaurant" - 1967 (Short version)
Album: "Arlo" - 1968 (Long version - Live)

* ARLO GUTHRIE - The Motorcycle Song .


* ARLO GUTHRIE - The Motorcycle Song .

ARLO GUTHRIE - Doors of Heaven

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

If the pearly gates were closed this morning
Would there be angels here tonight
And would they live their lives among us
And share the darkness with their light

If all the doors were close in heaven
They'd have to close the road to hell
We'd all be stuck here with each other
There would be nowhere else to dwell

If the pearly gates were closed this morning
And everyone there had to leave
And death was nothing but a moment
Beyond the breaths you took to breathe

If all the doors were closed in heaven
Who would dare abuse a child
Or let a little kid go hungry
Or not return a simple smile

If the pearly gates were closed this morning
And the host of heaven was on the street
I wonder if they'd look much different
From the likes of you and me

So I hope they close the doors to heaven
And all the angels up above
Come and build a home among us
Remind us what it is to love

If the pearly gates were closed this morning
Would there be angels here tonight
And would they live their lives among us
And share the darkness with their light

Song Lyrics: "Doors of Heaven"
Recorded by: "Arlo Guthrie"
Written by: (Arlo Guthrie)
Album: "Mystic Journey" - 1996

ARLO GUTHRIE - Coming Into Los Angeles

Arlo Guthrie

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
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man

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 keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man

Hip woman walking on a 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 keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man

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
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man


Song Lyrics: "Coming Into Los Angeles"
Recorded by: "Arlo Guthrie"
Written by: (Arlo Guthrie)
Album: "Running Down the Road" - 1969

ARLO GUTHRIE - City of New Orleans

Arlo Guthrie

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Song Lyrics: "City of New Orleans"
Recorded by: "Arlo Guthrie"
Written by: (Steve Goodman)
Album: "Hobo's Lullaby" - 1972

ARLO GUTHRIE - ALICE´S RESTAURANT

Arlo Guthrie

ARLO GUTHRIE - WIKIPEDIA Y TEMAS

Arlo Guthrie

* ARLO GUTHRIE - ALICE´S RESTAURANT
* ARLO GUTHRIE - CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
* ARLO GUTHRIE - COMING INTO LOS ANGELES
* ARLO GUTHRIE - DOORS OF HEAVEN
* ARLO GUTHRIE - The Motorcycle Song .
*ARLO GUTHRIE - Patriot's Dream .
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