Arlo Guthrie Album

[No lyrics]

Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie

It was late last night when the boss came home
Asking about his lady
The only answer that he got was
She's gone with the Gypsy Davey
Gone with the Gypsy Dave

Go saddle me up my buckskin home
And my hundred dollar saddle
Point out to me their wagon tracks
And after them I'll travel and after them l'll ride

Well I had not rode 'till the midnight moon
I saw their campfire gleaming
I heard the notes of the big guitar
And the voice of the Gypsies singing
That song of the Gypsy Dave

It was there in the light of the camping fire
I saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune to the big guitar
And the song of the gypsies singing
That song of the Gypsy Dave

Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear?
To go with the Gypsy Davey
And sing with the Gypsy Davey
The song of the Gypsy Dave?

Yes I've forsaken my husband dear
To go with the Gypsy Davey
And I've forsaken my mansion high
But not my blue eyed baby
Not my blue eyed babe

She smiled to leave her husband dear
To go with the Gypsy Davey
But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks
To think about her blue eyed baby
To think about her blue eyed babe

Take off take off those buckskin gloves
Made of Spanish leather
Come give to me your lily-white hand
And we'll ride home together
And home again we'll ride

No I won't take off my buckskin gloves
Made of Spanish leather
I'll go my way from day to day
And sing with the Gypsy Davey
The song of the Gypsy Davey
The song of the Gypsy Dave

by Johnny Tyler and Billy Hughes

There's gonna be some changin' 'round
Babe, when you come turn me down
Trifled on me for your last time
When I come home at night
Why you always start a fight

Now babe I want you to know
You left your motor runnin' slow
I got off and got on a faster line
Got me a baby that's got some dough
When you gotta go, you gotta go
Gonna leave you and ease
This troubled mind of mine

CHORUS:
There's no need to talk to you
'Cause you know that we are through
I can find a better place to spend my time
Now if I stay out late
You know I'm swingin' on another gate
Gonna leave you and ease this
Troubled mind of mine

Now baby I want you to know
You left your motor runnin' slow
I got off and got on a faster line
Got me a baby that's got some sense
Gonna leave you to ease this
Troubled mind of mine

CHORUS

[No lyrics]

I'm growing tired of the big city lights
Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights
In all my dreams I am roaming once more
Back to my home on the old river shore

I am sad and weary far away from home
Miss the Mississippi and you dear
Days are dark and dreary everywhere I roam
Miss the Mississippi and you

Roaming the wide world over
Always along and blue, so blue
Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's dome
Miss the Mississippi and you

Memories are bringing happy days of yore
Miss the Mississippi and you
Mocking birds are singing 'round the cabin door
Miss the Mississippi and you

Roamin the wide world over
Always alone and blue
Longing form my homeland, muddy water shore
Miss the Mississippi and you

I got a feelin' called the blues,
Since my baby said good-bye
Lawd I don't know what l'll do
All I do is sit and sigh
That last long day she said goodbye
Well Lawd, I thought I would cry
She'd do me, she'd do you,
She's got that kind of lovin'
Lawd, I love to hear her
When she calls me sweet daddy

Such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it's all over
I lost my heart it seems
I've grown so used to you somehow
But I'm nobody's sugar daddy now
And I'm lonesome, I got the lovesick blues

I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal
That's whats the matter with me
I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal
But she don't care about me

Lawd I tried and tried to keep her satisfied
But she just wouldn't stay
So now that she is leavin'
This is all I say...

by Arlo Guthrie

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
And it's nice to hear a fiddle by a fiddle playin' man

Here's another song for Uncle Jeff Guthrie
Written on the road by the light of the moon
Thinkin' 'bout fiddlin' somewhere up in Michigan
I hope that I can make it back to Colorado soon

Well my daddy had a fiddle and he laid it on his son
Sayin' "Son play the fiddle like your fiddlin' folks done"
Well it's hard to Iearn to fiddle
When you're fiddlin' on the run
But fiddlin' is fiddlin', and fiddlin' is fun

by Bob Dylan

Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though it's glow is waxed in black
All except beneath the trees of Eden

The lamp post stands with folded arms
It's iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Through its shadow's metal badge
All in all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from The Gates of Eden

The savage soldier sticks his head
In the sand and then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for The Gates of Eden

The time rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the golden calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a hush
All except inside The Gates of Eden

Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside The Gates of Eden

The kingdoms of experience
In the precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss
What's real and what's not
It doesn't matter inside The Gates of Eden

The foreign sun it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and others, strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men holy and totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside The Gates of Eden

At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell me what's true
There are no truths outside The Gates of Eden

by Arlo Guthrie

I want to hop on the last train in the station
Won't need to get yourself prepared
When you're on that last train to glory
You'll know you're reasonably there

Maybe you ain't walked on any highway
You've just been flyin' in the air
But if you're on that last train to glory
You'll know you've paid your fare

Maybe you've been Iying down in the jailhouse
Maybe you've been hungry and poor
Maybe your ticket on the last train to glory
Is the stranger whose been sleeping on your floor

I ain't a man of constant sorrow
I ain't seen trouble all day long
We are only passengers on the last train to glory
That will soon be long, long gone

I want to hop on the last train in the station
Won't need to get yourself prepared
When you're on the last train to glory
You'll know you're reasonably there

by Arlo Guthrie

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

CHORUS:
Oh babe, I love you so
This here is the only thing I know
It ain't right and it ain't wrong
To hear a cowboy sing an old time song

Last night I sat 'till closing time
Thinking of the things that crossed my mind
You were the one I was thinking of
I guess it must be that I'm just in love

CHORUS

I hope they play this song of mine
On the jukebox for a dime
Then if you leave 'cause something's wrong
You'll hear your cowboy sing an old time song

CHORUS

[No lyrics]

by Arlo Guthrie

Hey brothers, hear me call
It ain't that I had to fall
Wasn't no one's fault last night
When I looked up and felt the light

Here's hoping you'll understand
I want to fell like a natural man
Get up early in the morning to do what I can
You can't help no one with money
If you can't with your hands

And you got to be there brothers, yes you do
If the world is turning under you
Ain't no good to sit around
And bring it up or down
You got to be there brothers, yes you do

Hey brothers, now and then
There's something that oughta move you
More than a pen
You don't need no school or knowledge
You've got something else to lend
And all the people in the world
Can make it better again

And it ain't easy, yes I know
It's a hard and rugged road
Don't be swindled, don't be fooled
Just be honest and stay cool

'Cause you got to be there brothers, yes you do
If the world is turning under you
Ain't no good to sit around
And bring it up or down
You got to be there brothers, yes you do

by Woody Guthrie

Ramblin' around your city
Ramblin' around your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

My mother hoped that I might be
A man of some renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

The peach trees they are loaded
The branches bending down
I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys
As I go 'ramblin 'round
As I go 'ramblin' 'round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
And falls on to the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin' 'round