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If our lives could lie before us like a straight and narrow highway
So that we could see forever, long before we took the ride We would never look to heaven, make a wish or climb a mountain 'Cause we'd always know the answer what's on the other side But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around Tho' we all have destinations , and the dust will settle down This life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground So let's walk the road together Who knows what we'll find tomorrow Maybe good times, maybe sorrow will be waitin' round the bend Given time, two hearts discover what they're feelin' for each other At the best we'll end up lovers, at the least we'll make a friend But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around Tho' we all have destinations , and the dust will settle down But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around Tho' we all have destinations , and the dust will settle down This life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds album, and has also been released on the Changes album.
His Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer And his Momma spent her young life havin' kids and balin' hay He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander So he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A. Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy Most days he went hungry, then the summer came He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called “Shame"? Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy Laughter found their mornings brought meaning to his life Yes, the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross, Georgia boy With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife Sunday morning found him standin' neath the red light at her door When a right cross sent him reelin', put him face down on the floor In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine Who growled, “Your Georgia neck is red but sonny, you're still green"? He turned twenty-one in a gray rock fed'ral prison The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, Georgia boy Starin' at those four gray walls in silence he would listen To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy Sunday mornin' found him standin' 'neath the red light at her door With a bullet in his side, he cried, “Have you seen Mabel Joy?"? Stunned and shaken someone said, “Why, she's not here no more She left this house four years today, they say she's lookin' for some Georgia farm boy"? Words and Music by Mickey Newbury |
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This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can still be rough If things are what you're lookin' for, there's never quite enough And all the tea in China won't make a house a home You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone There might be some one night stands to ease the pain inside Or someone you can call around if you've lost all your pride Please don't be mistaken. I don't mean to put that down I know there's times when anything is better than sleepin' alone Sleepin' alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend Sleepin' alone can make you swear to God this night will never end You know it's not company you are lookin' for You know it's not just pleasure, you know it's somethin' more You know it's not the answer if it's not like comin' home If the one who's there doesn't really care, it's worse than sleepin' alone Sleepin' alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend Sleepin' alone can make you swear to God this night will never end For someone who's got everything, life can still be rough If things are what you're lookin' for, there's never quite enough And all the gold that glitters won't make a house a home You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone You might be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone Words and music by John Denver |
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In the airport lounge she sat in a fancy feathered hat
The grandest lady I had ever seen Outside the heavy rains had grounded all the planes So I asked her if she'd like some company In my rhinestone studded suit, My cowboy hat and boots I must have been a sight to see But she said "Pull up a chair," as she fumbled with her hair A more unlikely pair you'll never see I was Mogen David wine, she was Chabls Fifty-nine But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady She was evenings at the opera and summers in Paree I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee The cowboy and the lady As diff'rent as could be But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee And somewhere in between her Harvey's Bristol Creme And the beer I drank and the easy company We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy And there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady The cowboy and the lady As diff'rent as could be But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy And there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady |
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Nashville tears are lonely signs that point to broken hearts
Broken lives and families that love has split apart Children who miss daddy, mommy's on the run The pleasure that is painful and hidden from the sun Nashville hearts are lonely words that speak of love gone wrong Sad and soulful stories and beautiful love songs For each and every melody of happiness denied You know that there's another one that shows the other side Country love is kisses in the kitchen Country love is honest and it's true Country love is home with your family County love's the way that I love you Country love is silky nights and warm familiar hands Someone who's been there before and always understands Nashville nights are lonely roads that we've all travelled on Sometimes they take you far away or they can bring you home If you're lost out on the highway, do not deny the dove When Nashville night's the question, the answer's country love Country love is kisses in the kitchen Country love is honest and it's true Country love is home with your family County love's the way that I love you Country love is kisses in the kitchen Country love is honest and it's true Country love is home with your family County love's the way that I love you |
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Down, down, down deeper into love
All around, I can feel your love All my life I've been dreaming Night into morning Till you opened my eyes Love, love, love such a mystery Golden light shining down on me Soft and warm as the warming But I never saw it Till you opened my eyes Floating in circles, I'm flying It feels so good that I'm crying Down, down, down deep inside of me Love sweet love's all that I can see Golden light keeps on shining Shining forever, since you opened my eyes Words and Music by Alan Rush, Randy Cullers and Dennis Linde |
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January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm... 20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me... Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window And his reflection flew across the moonlit land And he dreamed he was back on the farm Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning Wildflowers in a Mason Jar An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes And I dreamed I was with him on the farm "Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn... Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." And the bus rolled through the night... |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the An Evening With John Denver album as a live track, and has also been released on the Some Days Are Diamonds album as a studio version.
Because he called the forest brother Because he called the earth his mother They drove him out into the rain Some people even said the boy from the country was insane Because he spoke with fish in the creek He tried to tell us that the animals could speak Who knows, perhaps they do How do you know they don't Just because they've never spoken to you Boy from the country, he left his home when he was young Boy from the country, he loves the sun He tried to tell us that we should love the land We turned our heads and laughed And we did not understand Sometimes I think that the boy from the country Is the only one who sees Because the boy from the country Doesn't want to see the forest for the trees Boy from the country, he left his home when he was young Boy from the country, he loves the sun Words and music by Michael Murphy |
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