Chords for Arlo Guthrie & Family pay tribute to Mary Travers

[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sometimes I _ [G] think about _ some of the friends _ _ _ _ that were there when I was a kid growing up.
_ I was always a little younger, _ and now of course that's all changed.
_ _ _ I was _ about the age of Chris or something when I first started playing in _ _ _ _ public. _ _
_ _ _ I remember I was going to _ college briefly.
I wanted to be a forest ranger.
I _ _ didn't like being around large crowds of people, and I thought,
_ _ _ forest ranger, that sounds good. _ _
Sit on a mountain, wait for a fire or something every few years.
_ Get home, just take out the guitar and banjo, play with some friends or something.
I thought that was what it was going to be.
_ My life is a karmic disaster.
_ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ But there [G] were some good people that I got to meet along the way.
_ [N] _ _ Those that were not just popular, _ but those that stood up for the right stuff,
was out in the streets.
I'm thinking about Mary Travers, who just passed away a little while back.
Peter, Paul and Mary.
_ [D] _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ There's a whole lot I could say, but the truth is [F] that _ _ anybody who was there at the time
knows how important it was for people _ _ _ who were popular and successful.
_ _ Not just guys like me that was _ crawling _ around the streets of the village or something.
_ _ But those people were taking risks _ _ at a time when Pete Seeger, for example,
was not allowed on TV or stuff like that.
So to be out there on the streets _ talking about things that was going on was great,
and they were there, and she was there. _ _
_ _ At one point, I remember we were supporting Cesar Chavez [D] with the grape strike, _ _
supporting the United Farm Workers. _ _
I remember thinking about how funny that was, that all you had to do was to not buy something,
_ _ and everything would change for these guys.
And sure enough, _ nobody bought grapes for a few months, whatever it was,
but everything changed.
_ So one of the things that's going to happen at this little memorial coming up in about two weeks from now,
maybe less, _ is that those of us who can't be there will be sending in some little songs on video _
about the times that they went through.
And the one that they've asked us to do was this song here that my dad wrote back years ago.
So we're going to record this right now, and we will be a part of the memorial
and the celebration of Mary Travers' life that will happen just _ not too long from now.
[N] And although at the moment, _ _ it's happening right now, too.
_ I love how that happens.
_ _ It goes to show you that the people that you love and sing about are,
_ _ the time is the illusion of things.
It's not the real thing.
Here we are, _ here in Homer, and at the same time we're in New York City.
_ And I love it.
Singing a song about some folks that died years ago that my dad found a newspaper article about
and wrote in a little couple of verses.
And a college student named Martin Hoffman years later put a little tune to it.
And it became one of the most popular of my dad's songs. _
And _ it goes something like this.
It could have been wrote last [D] week. _ _ _ _
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The crops are all lit, [G] the peaches [D] are rotting,
_ _ _ [B] the [D] oranges are piled up in [G] their [D] creosote dust. _ _
They're [G] flying me back [D] to the Mexican [Bm] border
[D] to pay all [Bm] your money [G] to wade back [D] again. _
_ _ My father's old father, [G] he waded that [D] river.
_ _ [Bm] They took [D] all the money that he [G] made in [D] his life. _ _
_ [G] My brothers and [C#] sisters [D] come working the [Bm] fruit trees.
[D] And they rode [Bm] the trucks [G] till they took down [D] and died.
_ _ _ [G]
Goodbye to my Juan, [D]
goodbye _ [Bm] Rosalita.
_ [A] _
Adios mis amigos [D] de su San Maria.
[G] You won't have a name when [D] you ride the [B] big airplane.
[D]
And all [Bm] they will call you [G] will be [D] _ _ _ deportees.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Some of us are illegal _ _ [G] and others [D] not wanted.
_ _ _ [Bm] Our work _ [D] contract's out [G] and we have to [D] move on. _ _
But [G] it's 600 miles [D] to the Mexican [Bm] border.
_ [D] They chase us [Bm] like outlaws, [G] like wrestlers [D] and thieves.
_ _ We've died in your hills and [G] we've died in [D] your _ deserts.
_ [Bm] We've died in [D] your valleys, _ [G] died on [D] your plains.
_ _ _ [G] We've died in your trees and [D] we've died in your [Bm] bushes.
[D] Both sides of [Bm] the river, we've [G]
died just the [D] same. _ _
_ [G] Goodbye to my Juan, [D] goodbye _ [Bm]
Rosalita.
_ [A] _ Adios mis amigos [D] de su San Maria.
[G] You won't have a name when [D] you ride [B] the big [Bm] airplane.
[D] And all [Bm] they will call [G] you will be [D] _
_ _ _ deportees. _
_ _ _ _ _
A skyplane caught fire [G] over Los Gatos [D] Canyon. _
_ [Bm] Like a [D] fireball of lightning, [G] it shook all [D] our hills.
_ _ [G] And who are these friends [D] all scattered [Bm] like dry leaves?
[D]
The radio [Bm] says they [G] are just _ [D] _ deportees. _
_ Is this the best way [G] we can grow our [D] big orchards?
_ And [Bm] is this the [D] best way we [G] can grow our [D] good fruit? _
_ [G] To fall like dry leaves [D] and ride on the [B] _
[D] topsoil.
And be [Bm] known by no [G] name except _ [D] _
deportees.
_ _ _ [G] Goodbye to my Juan, [D]
goodbye _ [Bm] Rosalita.
_ [A] _
Adios mis amigos [D] de su San Maria.
[G] You won't have a name when [D] you ride the [Bm] big airplane.
[D]
And all [Bm] they will call you [G] will be [D] _ _ deportees.
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_ _ _ We'll take a short break.
We'll be right back. _ _ _ _
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