Gabriel's Mother's Highway Ballad #16 Blues - Arlo Guthrie

Woke up this morning with my head in my hand

Come on, children, come on

The snow was falling all over the land

Come on, children, come on

I don’t know but I’ve been told

Come on, children, come on

That the streets of heaven have all been sold

Come on, children, come on

Come on, children, all come home

Jesus gonna make you well

Come on, people, now its time to go

Go to where a man can dwell

Well the sun come up while I wrote this song

Come on, children, come on

To remind me well that it won’t be long

Come on children come on

Come on, Gabriel, blow that thing

Come on, children come on

All God’s children got to dance and sing

Come on, children come on

All God’s children got to sing and shout

Come on, children, come on

There ain’t nobody 'round bound to kick you out

Come on, children, come on

One of these days we’ll all be there

Come on, children, come on

Seeing those wheels way up in the air

Come on, children, come on

Come on everybody now what’s it worth

Come on, children, come on

To make a heaven out of this earth

Come on, children, come on

Moses gonna make you well

You know even Daniel’s gonna make you well

Jesus gonna make you well

Mm, mm, gonna make you well