There are way too many by Waylan and Willie, Johnny Cash, The Statler Brothers, The Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin -- just to name a few. And what can compare to the Beatles and Elvis hits?
What about Charlie on the MTA by the Kingston Trio? Did he ever return? His fate is still unlearned.
Or, for those of us who got drafted in the 60s - Alice's Restaurant.
Originally Posted By: Arlo Guthrie
I'm here to talk about the draft. They got a buildin' down in New York City called Whitehall Street, where you Walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and Selected!
I went down and got my physical examination one day, and I walked in, sat Down (got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like the All-American Kid From New York City. I wanted to feel like . . . I wanted to be the All-American Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things.
And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said: "Kid, See the psychiatrist in room 604."
I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I want to kill! I want to see Blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I Mean: Kill. Kill!"
And I started jumpin' up and down, yellin' "KILL! KILL!" and he started Jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin' up and down, yellin', "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" and the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, Sent me down the hall, said "You're our boy". Didn't feel too good about it.
