Living now, here but for fortune. Placed by fate's mysterious schemes. Who'd believe that we're the ones asked. To try to rekindle the patriot's dream.
words and musk by Arlo Guthrie. . In the candle, lights burn away. Leaving nothing, except the day. Just to blow your mind away. Coming thus, this daily change.
I've been keeping on the run. I've been traveling with the sun. I've been singing all my life and getting by. Got to keep up with what's going on. In this place I've been so long.
Not so long ago I set out on this road. With my friends and my companions by my side. And I think of you wherever I do go. I'm a rambler, I ain't hard to satisfy.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . There's trouble all around the world. Well, it looks that way to me. People don't know what to do. They don't know where they should be.
Halfway around the world tonight. In a strange and foreign land. A soldier packs his memories. As he leaves Afghanistan. . And back home, they don't know too much.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . Poor Adam alone in Eden. Taking off his shoes. Tired of running around all morning. From his animal interviews. . He awoke with a hand on his brow.
When I was younger she'd come to me in dreams. Her face was hidden in the mountain streams. Her voice disguised as the sound of the wind. The rustling of leaves, she would call from within.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . There's a river running underground. That roll along the clay. That took my body when I laid it down. And carried it far away.
Uncle Jeff played the fiddle in his Colorado home. And I backed him on the banjo so he didn't play alone. We've got five generations of a fiddle playin' clan.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American. organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys.
Every morning just as soon as it's light. Get out of bed and I'm feeling alright. Make me some coffee and I sit down alone. The rest of the day I'm on the telephone.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . VERSE:. Standing at the threshold of a moment in my life. Looking far into the ceaseless wonders of this day. Calling from the mountain top.
Every now and again when the world seems blue. And all of the trials there disappear in you. They say that there's a way to get across the bridge. But I wouldn't be standing here upon this ridge.
Someday I'll be there with you. When you're there, I'll be there too. If you only knew. I will be with you. . Someday we will meet again. When we meet, I'll see you then.
If I could go back home to the place I was raised. I'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days. But I just can't do it, I was raised on the road.
Too many women growing up wrong. Get an education, thinking thoughts on their own. Making decisions, telling men what to do. Look at the trouble that we're all going through.
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.
I had a friend, a friend I could trust. He went into the park and got busted. Doin' the ring-a-round-a-rosy rag. Went in the park late at night. And he put a lot of people over eighty up tight.
You said you didn't know. That the cats with the bugs were there. And you never go along. With that kind of stuff no where. . But that just isn't the point, man.