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There's a storm across the valley
Clouds are rolling in The afternoon lies heavy On your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane A mile or more away And the whining of his wheels Just makes it colder He's an hour away from riding On his prayers up in the sky And ten days on the road Are barely gone Like a fire softly burning Supper's on the stove It's the light in your eyes That keeps him warm Chorus Hey it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm Feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey it's good to be back home again There's all the news to tell him How you've spent your time And what's the latest thing the neighbors say And your mother called last Friday Sunshine made her cry And you felt the baby move just yesterday (Repeat chorus then) (Bridge) And all the time that I can lay this tired old body down To feel your fingers feather soft upon me The kisses that I live for The love that lights my way The happiness that living with you brings me It's the sweetest thing i know of Just spending time with you It's the little things that make a house a home Like a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove And it's the light in your eyes that makes me warm (Repeat chorus then) (Tag) I said hey it's good to be back home again... |
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| 2. |
| 2:37 |
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This song was first released on the Back Home Again album. It is the only album it has been released on.
Back in 1958 we drove an old V8 and when it'd gone a hundred thou' we got out and pushed it a mile We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did We were just on the road Headin' down from Canada on a gravel road a mile from Montana Then my Daddy read a sign and took us in the wrong direction I asked my Daddy where are we goin', he said we'll just follow Our nose, so I looked out the window and dreamed I was a cowboy We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did We were just on the road I met a girl in a truck cafe, fell in love almost right away Then the Mercury was ready to go and I had to leave her Shoo-be-doo-be-doo-Sh-doo Shoo-be-doo-be-doo-Sh-doo-Sh-doo Go home said the man in the moon go home Go home said the man in the moon go home Because it's gettin'sorta late and I'll soon turn out my light Go home said the man in the moon Go home We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did We were just on the road We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did We were just a ridin' on We were just a ridin' on the road Words and Music by Carl Franzen |
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| 3. |
| 2:18 |
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When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor
We used to go down to grandma's house, ev'ry month end or so We'd have chicken pies and country ham 'n' home made butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks'd spit and chew Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and granny'd sing a ballad or two I'd sit and listen and watch the fire, till the cobwebs filled my head Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morn in the middle of the old feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed Well I love my ma, I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too I've been fishin' with my uncle, I rassled with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww! But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it ought to be said That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for grandma's feather bed I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road… Well, maybe I'd better reconsider about the gal down the road It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed |
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| 3:45 |
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Had an uncle named Matthew
Was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas Was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky All the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad All the memories that he gave me All the good times that he had Growin' up a Kansas farmboy Life was mostly havin' fun Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a view beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue is just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found a family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my daddy's burden And he came to be my friend So, I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky Words and music by John Denver |
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| 5. |
| 3:09 |
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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise and early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm Raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm My days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my old fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun is settin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow But the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my old fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folks drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people think that's mighty keen Son, let me tell you exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my old fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy" My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle He taught me how to love and how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got my old fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy |
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| 1:29 | 
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| 3:00 |
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You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again Come let me love you Let me give my life to you Let me drown in your laughter Let me die in your arms Let me lay down beside you Let me always be with you Come let me love you Come love me again Let me give my life to you Come let me love you Come love me again You fill up my senses Like a night in the forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again |
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| 2:29 |
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You can do whatever you want to do wherever you want to go it's up to you
And wouldn't it be fine following your heart playing your own part You and me out on a farm let the sun be our alarm Kicking off our shoes doing what we choose And wouldn't it be fine knowing that you're mine anytime you want to be I don't want to own you I just want to hold you I just want to need you I just like to see you smile and stay for awhile If the times get rough bein' free might be enough Keep our feelings warm see us through the storm Wouldn't it be fine looking back and knowing that we helped each other find You can do whatever you want to do wherever you want to go it's up to you And wouldn't it be fine following your heart playing your own part It's up to you it's up to you |
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| 3:07 |
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Saturday's, holidays, easy afternoon
Lazy days, summer days, nothing much to do Rainy days are better days, for hanging out inside Rainy days and city ways make me want to hide Someplace cool and green and shady. Find yourself a piece of grassy ground Lay down, close your eyes Find yourself and maybe lose yourself While your free spirit flies (musical interlude) August skies, lullabys, promises to keep Dandelions and twisting vines, Clover at your feet Memories of Aspen leaves, trembling on the wind Honeybees and fantasies Where to start again Someplace cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry |
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| 3:41 |
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The sun is slowly fadin' in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever for the day to end Sometimes it takes a lifetime Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again There's a heavy smog between me and my mountains It's enough to make a grown man sit and cry It's enough to make you wonder It's enough to make the world roll up and die I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be The way that people work with their machines Serenity's a long time comin' to me The fact I don't believe I know what it means In the east a shaded moon is hangin' lazily I do believe I saw the old man smile I do believe I did I do believe he's been laughin' all the while I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be The way that people work with their machines Serenity's a long time comin' to me The fact I don't believe I know what it means any more When the sun is slowly fadin' in the western sky Sometimes it takes forever the day to end Sometimes it takes a lifetime Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again Sun again |
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| 11. |
| 5:25 |
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Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Travelled by many remembered by few Lookin' for something that I can believe in Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life There's nothin' behind me and nothin' that ties me To somethin' that might have been true yesterday Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more Than enough to just be here today And I don't know what the future is holdin' in store I don't know where I'm goin', I'm not sure where I've been There's a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me My life is worth the livin', I don't need to see the end Sweet, sweet surrender Live, live without care Like a fish in the water Like a bird in the air Sweet, sweet surrender Live, live without care Like a fish in the water Like a bird in the air Lost and alone on some forgotten highway Travelled by many remembered by few Lookin' for something that I can believe in Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life There's nothin' behind me and nothin' that ties me To somethin' that might have been true yesterday Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more Than enough to just be here today And I don't know what the future is holdin' in store I don't know where I'm goin', I'm not sure where I've been There's a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me My life is worth the livin', I don't need to see the end Sweet, sweet surrender Live, live without care Like a fish in the water Like a bird in the air Sweet, sweet surrender Live, live without care Like a fish in the water Like a bird in the air Sweet, sweet surrender Live, live without care Like a fish in the water Like a bird in the air Sweet, sweet surrender Live, live without care Like a fish in the water Like a bird in the air |
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| 2:51 |
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This old guitar taught me to sing a lovesong,
showed me how to laugh and how to cry, introduced me to some friends of mine, and brightened up some days, it helped me make it through some lonely nights, oh, what a friend to have on a cold lonely night. This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me, it brought us close together, I guess it broke her heart, but it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place, a lovely space to be. This old guitar gave me my life my living, and all the things I know I love to do, to serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountain side, most of all to sing my songs for you, ooh, I love to sing my songs for you, yes I do,Lord, I love to sing my songs for you. |
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| 3:51 |
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Had an uncle named Matthew
Was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas Was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky All the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad All the memories that he gave me All the good times that he had Growin' up a Kansas farmboy Life was mostly havin' fun Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a view beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue is just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found a family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my daddy's burden And he came to be my friend So, I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky Words and music by John Denver |
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| 2:36 |
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This old guitar taught me to sing a lovesong,
showed me how to laugh and how to cry, introduced me to some friends of mine, and brightened up some days, it helped me make it through some lonely nights, oh, what a friend to have on a cold lonely night. This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me, it brought us close together, I guess it broke her heart, but it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place, a lovely space to be. This old guitar gave me my life my living, and all the things I know I love to do, to serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountain side, most of all to sing my songs for you, ooh, I love to sing my songs for you, yes I do,Lord, I love to sing my songs for you. |
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