Inch by inch Row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch Row by row Someone bless
I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorcycle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle And I don't want to die Just
Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Sayin' one of my friends is in trouble deep Turn, turn to the wind and the rain Tell
've become The stuff of time amid the waves Whose nets are cast along the shore when day is done As the seabird flies above My songs are sung to those
My love, you are the song That sings inside of me The song is always the same It starts with love and ends with your name The more that I love you There
words and music by Leah Kunkel Oh, last night I sat by your side Oh, I was feelin' so lonely Would have given up my pride All night I was so lonely
time song 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
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
by row Gonna make this garden grow Gonna mulch it deep and low Gonna make it fertile ground Plant your rows straight and long Season with a prayer and song
your work and worry, too; Sit right down and take it easy, Here comes Woody and Lefty Lou. You just drop a card or letter, We will sing a song for you
I been a restin'. Ain't been a workin' I been seetin' down. I been a thinkin' How the rich man runs the land. How he promised He would help us, If we
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. The Motorcycle Song.
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. Walking Song.
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. The Motorcycle Song (In Album Arlo).
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. You Are The Song.
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. Moon Song.
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. Wedding Song.