Lyrics:
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
Arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie
So you ask me my kind friend
Why I am sad and still
And why my brow is darkened
Like the clouds upon the hill
Traditional, arranged
By Arlo Guthrie
Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
Please do not grow weary
I'll not detain you long
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
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Looked into your eyes this morning
You were far away
You must have known I was looking for you
You knew you couldn't
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Looked into your eyes this morning
You were far away
You must have known I was looking for you
You knew you couldn't
for this Dylan
Record oh yes please
And The Cream, and Rolling Stones
And Arlo Guthrie
A giant treasure trove all for pennies
And that’s how I caught
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
with his bike
And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
was that anxious failure itching in my skin
Early summer mornings with cheap beer and cigarettes, talking about girlfriends, the ones we never met
running from the dawn's early light
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
Just a flash of light
Don't you feel kind
agreed.
She woke up early the next morning feeling so lazy, but she soon shook off the laziness and set out to work.
When she arrived, she did not meet
Watching as the day's first light appears
Slowly dark of night recedes.
Nothing quite in focus, nothing clear.
What lies ahead can't be seen.
Here in
sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Spade his buddy Archer
To love
If i'm telling da truth
Thought I was blind
Yet early in the morning
I got you
On my mind
Either it's ironic or i'm
Seeing signs
No matter how we
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
with lead, the same, sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Early one morning I found myself crying
But what for I'm no longer quite sure
Cause my baby,
He lay by me
Forever more
My husband slept sound while
all kinds of hell, pushing our luck
We was shooting stars out one by one
Til the early morning light dawned
On our Wild Days, yea another Wild day
Wild
If we catch the sunrise
It's only a moment passing us by
So how many moons have shined
Somehow here now
I don't really know quite why
But somehow
You gotta make it
You gotta fake it
I want you to scream till the morning light
She's usually quite noisy
Likes it in the cold
She always makes me
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
I'd been getting the feeling
That you were trying to sell me something
Like we could walk out in the sunshine
When it's early in the morning
Think my
and gravy
The first day I was there I turned it down
Next morning they'd just let us sleep but I was up real early
Wonderin' when I get my release
Later
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