Lletres:
Kingston Trio The Goin Places

(Dave Guard/Jane Bowers) There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California. El Diego hid it there when the Clera ran aground On the coast of

(Ervin Drake) When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girl and soft summer night. We'd hide from the light

(Woody Guthrie) It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road. Out of your dust bowls and westward

(Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford) [Chorus:] Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun. Long

(Woody Guthrie) [Chorus:] This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island, From the red wood forest to the Gulf

and Johnnie were sweet hearts. They had a quarrel one day. Johnny vowed he would leave her. He said he was going away. Never coming home. Goin' away