Biography:
Arlo Guthrie (born 10th July 1947, Brooklyn, New York ) is an American folk singer who is the son of folk singer and composer Woody Guthrie and his wife Marjorie Mazia Guthrie, a one-time professional dancer with the Martha Graham Company and founder of The Committee to Combat Huntington's Disease. He graduated from the Stockbridge School of Massachusetts in 1965, and briefly attended Rocky Mountain College.
His most famous work is Alice's Restaurant
Read more on Last.fm
Other songs:
- Alice's Restaurant
- Arlo Guthrie
- City Of New Orleans
- City Of New Orleans
- Coming In To Los Angeles
- Coming Into Los Angeles
- Commin' Into Los Angeles
- Darkest Hour
- Victor Jara
- Wedding Song
- Alices Restaurant
- Carry Me Over
- Days Are Short
- Deportee
- Doors Of Heaven
- Down On The American Farm
- Drowning Man
- Epilogue
- Every Hand In The Land
- Gabriels Mothers Highway Ballad16 Blues
- Garden Song
- Gypsy Davey
- Here We Are Way Out In The Country
- Highway In The Wind
- Hobos Lullaby
- Last Train
- Lightning Bar Blues
- Motorcycle Song
- My Peace
- Mystic Journey
- Oklahoma Nights
- Percys Song
- Please Dont Talk About Me When Im Gone
- Presidential Rag
- Prolouge
- Ring
- Shenandoah
- St James Infirmary
- Stealin
- Telephone
- The City Of New Orleans
- The Motorcycle Song
- The Pause Of Mr Claus
- Ukulele Lady
- When A Soldier Makes It Home
- Which Side
- Wont Be Long
- World Away From Me
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
From: Arlo Guthrie
Capoed up on the 2nd fret. I left out the
suspensions etc... It's more or less like this:
C Em
Halfway around the world tonight
F G C
In a strange and foreign land
Am Em
A soldier packs his memories
F G
As he leaves Afghanistan
Am Em
And back home they don't know too much
F G
There's just no way to tell
C Em
I guess you had to be there
F G
For to know that war was hell
Chorus:
F Am F
And there won't be any victory parades
C F
For those that's coming back
Am Em
They'll fly them in at midnight
F G
And unload the body sacks
Am Em
And the living will be walking down
F G
A long and lonely road
C Em
Because nobody seems to care these days
F G C
When a soldier makes it home
C Em
They'll say it wasn't easy
F G C
Just another job well done
Am Em
As the government in Kabul falls
F G
To the sounds of rebel guns
Am Em
And the faces of the comrades
F G
Being blown out of the sky
C Em
Leaves you bitter with the feeling
F G
That they didn't have to die
F Am F
And there won't be any victory parades
C F
For those that's coming back
Am Em
They'll fly them in at midnight
F G
And unload the body sacks
Am Em
And the living will be walking down
F G
A long and lonely road
C Em
Because nobody seems to care these days
F G C
When a soldier makes it home
C Em
Halfway around the world tonight
F G C
In a strange and foreign land
Am Em
A soldier unpacks memories
F G
That he saved from Vietnam
Am Em
Back home they didn't know too much
F G
There was just no way to tell
C Em
I guess you had to be there
F G
For to know that war was hell
F Am F
And there wasn't any big parades
C F
For those that made it back
Am Em
They flew them in at midnight
F G
And unloaded all the sacks
Am Em
And the living were left walking down
F G
A long and lonely road
C Em
Because nobody seemed to care back then
F G C
When a soldier made it home
C Em
The night is coming quickly
F G C
And the stars are on their way
Am Em
As I stare into the evening
F G
Looking for the words to say
Am Em
That I saw the lonely soldier
F G
Just a boy that's far from home
C Em
And I saw that I was just like him
F G
While upon this earth I roam
F Am F
And there may not be any big parades
C F
If I ever make it back
Am Em
As I come home under cover
F G
Through a world that can't keep track
Am Em
Of the heroes who have fallen
F G
Let alone the ones who won't
C Em
Which is why nobody seems to care
F G C
When a soldier makes it home
Capoed up on the 2nd fret. I left out the
suspensions etc... It's more or less like this:
C Em
Halfway around the world tonight
F G C
In a strange and foreign land
Am Em
A soldier packs his memories
F G
As he leaves Afghanistan
Am Em
And back home they don't know too much
F G
There's just no way to tell
C Em
I guess you had to be there
F G
For to know that war was hell
Chorus:
F Am F
And there won't be any victory parades
C F
For those that's coming back
Am Em
They'll fly them in at midnight
F G
And unload the body sacks
Am Em
And the living will be walking down
F G
A long and lonely road
C Em
Because nobody seems to care these days
F G C
When a soldier makes it home
C Em
They'll say it wasn't easy
F G C
Just another job well done
Am Em
As the government in Kabul falls
F G
To the sounds of rebel guns
Am Em
And the faces of the comrades
F G
Being blown out of the sky
C Em
Leaves you bitter with the feeling
F G
That they didn't have to die
F Am F
And there won't be any victory parades
C F
For those that's coming back
Am Em
They'll fly them in at midnight
F G
And unload the body sacks
Am Em
And the living will be walking down
F G
A long and lonely road
C Em
Because nobody seems to care these days
F G C
When a soldier makes it home
C Em
Halfway around the world tonight
F G C
In a strange and foreign land
Am Em
A soldier unpacks memories
F G
That he saved from Vietnam
Am Em
Back home they didn't know too much
F G
There was just no way to tell
C Em
I guess you had to be there
F G
For to know that war was hell
F Am F
And there wasn't any big parades
C F
For those that made it back
Am Em
They flew them in at midnight
F G
And unloaded all the sacks
Am Em
And the living were left walking down
F G
A long and lonely road
C Em
Because nobody seemed to care back then
F G C
When a soldier made it home
C Em
The night is coming quickly
F G C
And the stars are on their way
Am Em
As I stare into the evening
F G
Looking for the words to say
Am Em
That I saw the lonely soldier
F G
Just a boy that's far from home
C Em
And I saw that I was just like him
F G
While upon this earth I roam
F Am F
And there may not be any big parades
C F
If I ever make it back
Am Em
As I come home under cover
F G
Through a world that can't keep track
Am Em
Of the heroes who have fallen
F G
Let alone the ones who won't
C Em
Which is why nobody seems to care
F G C
When a soldier makes it home
Armin Van Buuren
Armor For Sleep
Arnau Griso
Arno
Aron Wright