Coming Into Los Angeles
Arlo Guthrie, 1969
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Coming in from London from over the pole, flying in a big airliner.
Chicken flying everywhere around the plane. Could we ever feel much finer?
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Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys.
Don't touch my bags if you please, Mister customs man.
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico, no, he couldn't look much stranger.
Walking in the hall with his things and all, smiling said he was the Lone Ranger.
Hip woman walking on the moving floor, tripping on the escalator.
There's a man in the line and she's blowing his mind. Thinking that he's already made her.