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
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. Running Down The Road.
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? CHORUS:
me in your arms Let me know another lonely night Has come and gone Oh, happy river flowing Gently unto me Softly bring me music Listen to you sing Swiftly running
feel like in those hills Where I belong CHORUS: Way down yonder in the Indian nation Ridin' my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down
Put your arms around me Like a circle `round the sun You know I'll love you baby When my easy ridin's done CHORUS: You don't believe I love you Look
