Tell us your Favorite Travelin,Packing Your Bags Songs.Freeper Canteen 10~6~11

[fatima]

~Favorite Travelin Song's~





Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill + lyrics

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,

I've come to take you home."

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)

When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
They've come to take me home."

*Video*

Eurythmics Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you

I wanna know what's inside you
(Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Movin' on!

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you






*Video*

[fatima]

Bump.

[fatima]

Thanks for the background left that other site ((((Hugs))))

Steve Miller Band - Jet Airliner
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGF_0AcHaGs

[Fiji Hill]

My favorite song from the 1960's fits tonight's category.

Six Days on the Road--Dave Dudley (1963)

[fatima]

Bump.

[fatima]

:)

[Kathy in Alaska]

I’m fine...((HUGS))...things are getting back to some sort of normal. Just got home. Now I can help.

How is Grandma? Mommy, Daddy, Gavin?

[fatima]

Bump.

[fatima]

Thanks for the info MamaB ((((Hugs))))

[Fiji Hill]

Speaking of wanderers, here's Song of the Wanderer by Arthur Briggs.

[fatima]

Hi Reds ((((Hugs))))

[Iron Munro]

Arlo Guthrie - City of New Orleans
(click for YouTube)

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail.

All along the southbound Odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along the houses, farms and fields.
Passing towns that had no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America, how are you?
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car,
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,
Feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor.

And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America, how are you?
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Night-time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning,
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea.

But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream,
And the steel rail hasn't heard the news.
The conductor sings his songs again,
It's passengers will please refrain,
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.

Good night America, how are you?
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

[fatima]

Safe ride home Ma.

[fatima]

Great list Fiji Hill ((((Hugs))))

[fatima]

The Seekers - Morningtown Ride.(1968) Thanks for the song mware ((((Hugs))))

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good evening, Taz...((HUGS))...prayers continue for Libby and you and your sisters.

[Iron Munro]

Aha you are here:)Thanks Iron Munro ((((Hugs))))

Thanks for another great thread!!!!!

[fatima]

Thanks Publius ((((Hugs))))

Glen Campbell - By The Time I Get To Phoenix
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUg5p3BncuQ

[fatima]

Ah 60’s child:)Thanks Senator John Blutarski ((((Hugs))))

The Byrds - Goin’ Back
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olqvPg3GL1M

[MoochPooch]

Leavin’ On a Jet Plane (probably the gazillionth person here who mentioned this)

King of the Road

[Chi-townChief]

Ornette Coleman = “Ramblin’”