words and music by Arlo Guthrie



There's a river running underground

That roll along the clay

That took my body when I laid it down

And carried it far away



It's too damned dark for you to see

So I did not protest

My soul shook free, you can't have me

But you may keep the rest



The waters weep, the sickles reap

My hands are cold with sweat

The eagle screams with frightened wings

The dust does not forget



There's a river running underground

That rolls along the clay

That tempts the sould to the ocean cold

To with the body lay