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Richie Havens | Freedom | Woodstock | 1969 | Peace | Festival | Portugal The Man | Motherless Child

Richie Havens is most remembered for his song “Freedom” at Woodstock which is actually an improvised take on the traditional spiritual song “Motherless Child.”

Richie Havens
Freedom
Lyrics:

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
A long
Way
From my home, yeah
Yeah
Sing

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone, yeah
A long, long, long
Way
Way from my home, yeah
Yeah

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands, yeah
Clap your hands

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah

I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from heart
When I need my brother / (Brother)
Brother / (Brother)
When I need my father / (Father)
Father, hey / (Father)
Mother / (Mother)
Mother, hey / (Mother)
Sister / (Sister)
Yeah / (Yeah)
When I need my brother / (Brother)
Brother, hey / (Brother)
Mother / (Father)
Mother / (Mother)
Mother / (Mother)

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah

Songwriters: Michael James Hucknall

Arlo Guthrie | Coming Into Los Angeles | Running Down The Road | 1969 | Woodstock

Arlo Guthrie singing his song Coming Into Los Angeles which he played in 1969 at Woodstock!

Arlo Guthrie
Coming Into Los Angeles
Lyrics:
Coming in from London, from over the pole
Flyin’ in a big airliner
Chickens flyin’ everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
Yeah, there’s a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn’t look much stranger
Walkin’ in the hall with his things and all
Smilin, said he was the Lone Ranger
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
Hip woman walkin’ on the movin’ floor
Trippin’ on the escalator
There’s a man in the line and she’s blowin’ his mind
Thinkin’ that he’s already made her
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
Comin’ in from London, from over the pole
Flyin’ in a big airliner
Chickens flyin’ everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
Yeah, alright
Songwriters: Arlo Guthrie