words and music by Arlo Guthrie      There's a river running underground   That roll along the clay   That took my body when I laid it down   And carried it far away      It's too damned dark for you to see   So I did not protest   My soul shook free, you can't have me   But you may keep the rest      The waters weep, the sickles reap   My hands are cold with sweat   The eagle screams with frightened wings   The dust does not forget      There's a river running underground   That rolls along the clay   That tempts the sould to the ocean cold   To with the body lay