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Arlo Guthrie Album


One Night (1978)
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St. Louis Tickle
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by Bartholomew, Steiman, King

One night with you
Is what I'm now prayin' for
The things that we two could plan
Would make my dreams come true

Just call on me
And I'll be right by your side
I need your sweet heavy hand
My love's too strong to hide

Always lived a very quiet life
I ain't never done no wrong
Now I know life without you
Has been too long, too long

One night with you
Is what I'm now prayin' for
The things that we two could plan
Would make my dreams come true

. . .


by Lennon, McCartney

I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Na na na na na na

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
But I had never been aware
And as it is I dream of her tonight
Na na na na na na

CHORUS:
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

I have never known
The likes of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Na na na na na na

CHORUS

I've just seen a face
I can t forget the time or place
And we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Na na na na na na

CHORUS

. . .


by Jimmy Driftwood

Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-ridin on the Tennessee stud

I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
And I rode away on the Tennessee stud

CHORUS:
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud

One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land
And ran smack into an Indian band
They jerked their knives with a whoop and a yell
But I rode away like a bat out of hell

Well I circled their camp for a time or two
And showed what a Tennessee hoss could do
And them redskin boys never got my blood
'Cause I was a-ridin' on the Tennessee stud

CHORUS

We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my hoss with the Spaniards bold
Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold

Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns, he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee stud

CHORUS

Well, I got as lonesome as a man can be
Dreamin' of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee stud's green eyes turned blue
'Cause he was a-dneamin' of a sweetheart too

We loped on back across Arkansas
I whipped her brother and I whipped her pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was ridin' on a Tennessee mare

CHORUS

Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee stud

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
Little hoss colt playin' 'round the door
I love the girl with golden hair
And the Tennessee stud loves the Tennessee mare

CHORUS

. . .


by H. Lawson

Anytime you're feelin' lonely
Anytime you're feelin' blue
Anytime you feel downhearted
That will prove your love for me is true

Anytime you"re thinkin' about me
That's the time I'll be thinkin' of you
So anytime you say you want me back again
That's the time I'll come runnin' back to you

Anytime you're feelin' lonely
Anytime you're feelin' blue
Anytime you feel downhearted
That will prove your love for me is true

Anytime you're thinkin' about me
That's the time I'll be thinkin' of you
So anytime you say you want me back again
That's the time I'll be comin' back to you

. . .


Traditional, adapted
by Arlo Guthrie

I am a little Beggar and a Beggar I have been
For three score'r more in this little Isle of green
And I'm known from the Liffy down to Segue
And I'm known by the name of bold Donahue

Of all the trades a-goin' now sure beggin is the best
When a man gets tired he can lay him down to rest
He can beg for his dinner when there's nothing left to do
Then just cut around the corner with his old Rigadoo

I slept in a barn way down in Curabawn
A-waitin' in for the mornin' I slept till the dawn
With the holes in the roof and the rain a-comin' through
And the cats and the rats they were playin' peeka-boo

Who should awaken but the woman of the house
With here white spotted apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten when I said boo!
Sayin' don't be afraid ma'am it's old Johnny Dhu.

I met a little flaxy haired girl one day,
Good morning little flaxy haired girl I say
Good morning little Beggar Man and how do you do
With your rags and your tags and your old Rigaioo

Buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a be
And a nice big lady I will fetch by and by
Buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make her too

Over the fields with the pack on my back
Over the field with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and the toes a'peekin' through
Singin' skittilee rink-a-doodle it's the old Johnny Dhu

Must be going to bed boys, it's gettin' late at night
All the fire's all raked and up goes the light
And now you've heard the story of my old Rigadoo
It's "Good-bye God be with you' sings the old Johnny Dhu.

. . .


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
Concerning some wild cowboys
Who did agree to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo.

Well I found myself in Griffin
In eighteen eighty-three
When a man by the name of Creagho
Come a'walkin' up to me
Sayin "How do you do young fella
And how'd you like to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo".

Well me being out of work right then
To that drover I did say
"My goin' out on the buffalo range
Depends upon the pay
But if you pay good wages,
Transportation to and fro
I think I might go with you
On the range of the Buffalo".

Well yes I pay good wages
And transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me
Until the season's through
But if you do get homesick
And you try and run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail
And you'll also lose your pay

Well with all the flatterin' talkin'
He signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number
Of able bodied men
And our trip it was a pleasant one
Through all New Mexico
Until we crossed Pease River
On the range of the buffalo

It was there our pleasures ended
And our troubles all begun
A lightnin' storm come up on us
And made the cattle run
We got full of the stickers
On the cactus that did grow
And the outlaws waited to pick us off
In the hills of Mexico

Well the working season ended
But the drover would not pay
He said "You spent your money boys
You're all in debt to me".
But the cowboys never put much stock
In a thing like a bankrupt law
So we left the bastard's bones to bleach
On the range of the buffalo.

. . .

St. Louis Tickle

[No lyrics]

. . .


by Arlo Guthrie

Wanna hear something? You know that Indians never ate
clams. They didn't have linguini! And so what happened
was that clams was allowed to grow unmolested in the
coastal waters of America for millions of years. And
they got big, and I ain't talking about clams in
general, I'm talking about each clam! I mean each one
was a couple of million years old or older. So imagine
they could have got bigger than this whole room. And
when they get that big, God gives them little feet so
that they could walk around easier. And when they get
feet, they get dangerous. I'm talking about real
dangerous. I ain't talking about sitting under the
water waiting for you. I'm talking about coming after
you.

Imagine being on one of them boats coming over to
discover America, like Columbus or something, standing
there at night on watch, everyone else is either drunk
or asleep. And you're watching for America and the
boat's going up and down. And you don't like it anyhow.
But you gotta stand there and watch, for what. Only he
knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves
lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is
going behind the clouds. You hear the pitter patter of
little footprints on deck. IS THAT YOU KIDS? IT AIN'T.
MY GOD. IT'S THIS HUMUNGUS GIANT CLAM!

Imagine those little feet coming on deck. A clam twice
the size of the ship. Feet first. You're standing
there shivering with fear, you grab one of these. This
is a belaying pin. They used to have these stuck in
the holes all around the ship ..you probably didn't
know what this is for; you probably had an idea, but
you were wrong. They used to have these stuck in the
holes all along the sides of the ship. Everywhere.
You wouldn't know what this is for unless you was that
guy that night.

I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over
there, BAM BAM on them little feet! back into the
ocean would go a hurt, but not defeated, humungus
giant clam. Ready to strike again when opportunity
was better.

You know not even the coastal villages was safe from
them big clams. You know them big clams had an inland
range of about 15 miles. Think of that. I mean our
early pioneers and the settlers built little houses
all up and down the coast you know. A little inland
and stuff like that And they didn't have houses like
we got now, with bathrooms and stuff. They built little
privies out back. And late at night, maybe a kid would
have to go, and he'd go stomping out there in the
moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around...
(loud clap/belch)....one less kid for America. One more
smiling, smurking, humungus giant clam.

So Americans built forts. Them forts. You know them
pictures of them forts with the wooden points all
around. You probably thought them points was for Indians.
But that's stupid! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But
clams didn't. Even if a clam knew about a door, so what?
A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping
up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points, jump
back crying, tears coming out of them everywhere. But
Americans couldn't live in forts forever. You couldn't
just build one big fort around America. How would you go
to the beach?

So what they did was they formed groups of people. I mean
they had groups of people all up and down the coast form
these little alliances. Like up North it was call the
Clamshell Alliance. And farther down South is was called
the Catfish Alliance. They had these Alliances all up and
down the coast defending themselves against these
threatening monsters. These humungus giant clams. And
they'd go out there, if there was maybe fifteen of them,
they'd be singing songs in fifteen part harmony. And when
one part disappeared, that's how they knew where the clam
would be.

Which is why Americans only sing in four part harmony to
this very day. That proved to be too dangerous. See, what
they did was they'd be singing these songs called Clam
Chanties, and they'd have these big spears called clampoons.
And they'd be walking up and down the beach and the method
they eventually devised where they'd have this guy, the
most strongest heavy duty true blue American, courageous
type dude they could find and they'd have him out there
walking up and down the beach by himself with other chicken
dudes hiding behind the sand dunes somewhere.

He'd be singing the verses. They'd be singing the chorus.
And clams would hear 'em. And clams hate music. So clams
would come out of the water and they'd come after this one
guy. And all you'd see pretty soon was flying all over,
the sand flying UPANDOWNTHEBEACHMANMANCLAMCLAMMANMANCLAM
MANCLAMCLAMMANUPANDDOWNTHEBEACHGOINGTHISWAYANDTHATWAYUP
THEHILLSINTHEWATEROUTOFTHEWATERBEHINDTHETREESEVERYWHERE
FINALLYTHEMANWOULD jump over a big sand dune, roll over
the side, the clam would come over the dune, fall in the
hole and fourteen guys would come out there and stab the
shit out of him with their clampoons.

That's the way it was. That was one way to deal with them.
The other way was to weld two clams together. l don't
believe it. I'm losing it. Hey. What can you do. Another
night shot to hell.

Hey, this was serious back then. This was very serious.
I mean these songs now are just piddley folk songs. But
back then these songs were controversial. These was
radical, almost revolutionary songs. Because times was
different and clams was a threat to America. That's right.
So we want to sing this song tonight about the one last...
You see what they did was there was one man, he was one
of these men, his name will always be remembered, his
name was Reuben Clamzo, and he was one of the last great
clam men there ever was. He stuck the last clam stab,
the last clampoon into the last clam that was ever seen
on this continent.

Knowing he would be out of work in an hour. He did it
anyway so that you and me could go to the beach in
relative safety. That's right. Made America safe for the
likes of you and me. And so we sing this song in his
memory. He went into whaling like most of them guys did.
And he got out of that when he died. You know, clams was
much more dangerous than whales. Clams can run in the
water, on the water or on the ground, and they are so big
sometimes that they can jump and they can spread their
kinda shells and kinda almost fly like one of them flying
squirrels.

You could be standing there thinking that your perfectly
safe and all of a sudden WHOP....That's ' true...And so
this is the song of this guy by the name of Reuben Clamzo,
and the song takes place right after he stabbed this clam
and the clam was, going through this kinda death dance
over on the side somewhere. The song starts there and he
goes into whaling and takes you through the I next...

I sing the part of the guy on the beach by himself. I go
like this: "Poor old Reuben Clamzo" and you go "Clamzo Boys,
Clamzo". That's the part of the fourteen chicken dudes over
on the other side. That's what they used to sing. They'd be
calling these clams out of the water. Like taunting them,
making fun of them. Clams would get real mad and come out.

Here we go. I want you to sing it in case you ever have an
occasion to join such an Alliance. You know some of these
Alliances are still around. Still defending America against
things like them clams. If you ever wants to join one, now
you have some historic background. So you know where these
guys are coming from. It's not just some 60's movement or
something, these things go back a long time.

Notice the distinction you're going to have to make now
between the first and easy "Clamzo Boys Clamzo" and the
more complicated "Clamzo Me Boys Clamzo". Stay serious.
Folk songs are serious. That's what Pete Seeger told me.
"Arlo I only want to tell you one thing...folk songs are
serious". I said "right". Let's do it in C for Clam...
Iet's do it in B...for boy that's a big clam... Iet' s do
it in G for Gee, I hope that big clam don't see me. Let's
do it in F...for he sees me. Let's do it back in A...for A
clam is coming. Better get this song done quick. The Story
of Reuben Clamzo and His Strange Daughter in the Key of A.

1. Oh poor old Reuben Clamzo
(I) Clamzo boys Clamzo
Oh poor old Reuben Clamzo
(II) Clamzo me boys Clamzo

2. Oh, Reuben was no sailor
(Clamzo boys Clamzo) (Refrain I)
So they shipped him on a whaler
(Clamzo me boys Clamzo) (Refrain II)

3. Because he was no beauty (Ref. I)
He would not do his duty (Ref. II)

4. Because he was so dirty (Ref. I)
We gave him five and thirty (Ref. II)

5. Oh Reuben Clamzo's daughter (Ref. I)
She begged her dad for mercy (Ref. II)

6 She brang him wine and water (Ref. I)
And a bit more than she oughta (Ref. II)

7 Well he got his seaman's papers (Ref. I)
He's a terror to the whalers (Ref. II)

8.And he sails where 'er the whalefish blow (Ref I)
As the hardest bastard on the go (Ref. II)

9 Oh poor old Reuben Clamzo (Ref. I)
Oh poor old Reuben Clamzo (Ref. II)

. . .


words and music by Ed McCurdy

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war

I dreamed I saw a mighty room
Filled with women and men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful pray'rs were prayed

And the people in the streets below
Were dancing 'round and 'round
While swords and guns and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd never dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.

. . .


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