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The Love Of The Common People - John Denver

Living on free food tickets.
Water in the milk from the hole in the roof
where the rain came through, what can we do?
Mmm.
Tears from your baby sister,
crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go,
oh but you know she'll get by,
Because she's living in the love of the common people,
smiles from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mommy's gonna love you just as much as she can,
and she can.

It's a good thing you don't have bus-fare,
it would fall through the hole in your pocket
And you'd lose it in the snow on the ground,
walking to town to find a job.
Trying to keep your hands warm,
but the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through
and it chills to the bone.
Boy you better go home where it's warm.
And you can live in the love of the common people,
smiles from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mommy's gonna love you just as much as she can,
and she can.

Living on dreams ain't easy,
but the closer the knit, the tighter the fit
and the chills stay away,
you take them in stride, family pride.
You know, faith is your foundation,
with a whole lot of love
and a warm conversation and many a prayer,
making you strong where you belong.
Living in the love of the common people,
smiles from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mommy's gonna love you just as much as she can
Yeah
Living in the love of the common people,
smiles from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mommy's gonna love you just as much as she can
Yeah..

-End-

Catch Another Butterfly - John Denver

Do you remember days not so very long ago,
when the world was run by people twice your size?
And the days were full of laughter and the nights were full of stars,
and when you grew tired you could close your eyes.
Yes, the stars were there for wishing and the wind was there for kites,
and the morning sun was there for rise and shine.
And even if the sniffles kept you home from school in bed,
you couldn't hardly stay there after nine
And I wonder if the smell of morning's faded,
what happened to the robin's song that sparkled in the sky?
Where's all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?

Do you remember campouts right in your own backyard
wondering how airplanes could fly?
And the hours spent just playing with a funny rock you found
with crystal specks as blue as all the sky.
And I wonder if the smell of morning's faded,
what happened to the robin's song that sparkled in the sky?
Where's all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?

Now I watch my son, he's playing with his toys,
he's happy, and I give him all I can.
But I can't help feeling just a little tingly inside
when I hear him say he wants to be a man.
And I wonder if the smell of morning's faded,
what happened to the robin's song that sparkled in the sky?
Where's all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?

-End-

Daydreams - John Denver

Yes, I been dreaming about you every day,
each and every day.
And I been thinking about you all night long,
I even wrote a song.
Just to try to tell you how I really feel,
to make you understand my love is real,
that you're on my mind all the time,
I wish to God you were mine once again.

I remember talking to you,
I remember walking with you,
I remember laughing all the time
when you were mine.
Now the days seem so long,
I can't face the night alone,
I beg you please, won't you please come home.

I remember talking to you,
I remember walking with you,
I remember laughing all the time
I remember singing to you,
I remember dreaming with you,
I remember loving you were mine.
Now the days seem so long,
I can't face the night all alone,
I beg you please, won't you please come home.

-End-

The Ballad Of Spiro Agnew - John Denver

I'll sing you a song of Spiro Agnew and all the things he's done.

-End-

Circus - John Denver

If I look like home to you, if I am your sign,
don't try to understand it girl when I draw the line.
It hasn't come to this that you can say I waste my time,
looking everywhere, going nowhere.

For the skies, they look so lazy now, heavy are the clouds.
There's nothing here that I can learn of what it's all about.
You haven't said a thing to me, you talk so very loud,
looking everywhere, going nowhere.

Well, I think I'll try the circus or go back to Mexico.
It's time to make mistakes again, it's time to change the show.
It's time and time and time again to find another way,
It's time to gather forces and get out of yesterday.
Because I lost what I was looking for, there's nothing left to share.
I need to take myself away to be some other where,
a face, a life, a minute more, I don't think I can spare,
looking everywhere, going nowhere.

'Cause I tell you when you hurt me and you just don't seem to know,
I inform you when I'm lonely and you still don't think I'll go.
So if I lie to you and smile a thought that's only halfway here,
it's just a circus and I'm singing, I'm never really near.
If I look like home to you, if I am your sign,
don't try to understand it girl when I draw the line.
It hasn't come to this that you can say I waste my time,
looking everywhere, looking everywhere,
looking anywhere, going nowhere.

-End-

Rhymes And Reasons - John Denver

So you speak to me of sadness
and the coming of the winter,
The fear that is within you now
that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you
and the hope that you've forgotten,
and you tell me that you need me now
and you want to be my friend,
and you wonder where we're going,
where's the rhyme and where's the reason?
And it's you cannot accept:
it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.
For the children and the flowers
are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness
would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains
and the colors of the rainbow,
they're a promise of the future
and a blessing for today.

Though the cities start to crumble
and the towers fall around us,
the sun is slowly fading
and it's colder than the sea.
It is written:
From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
by the hand and by the heart,
they will comfort you and me.
In their innocence and trusting
they will teach us to be free.

♬~

For the children and the flowers
are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness
would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.

-End-

Yellow Cat - John Denver

It's late December and the New Year's never coming,
time passes slowly in a two-room walk-up flat,
The sun is silent, there's a cold rain's gonna come on,
no one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat.

Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box,
plastic roses that I planted yesterday.
I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now,
seems like everything I touch turns out that way.

Well, I guess I'll just go walking, the cat's no good for talking to,
He don't know what I'm saying
and the rain is always playing on my mind,
on my mind.

Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window-panes
blending softy with the bare lights overhead.
Then together they run swiftly through my memory,
an eerie image of a strange and empty bed.

The wind is whipping up the papers in the street below,
I got some books to read but it seems they've all been read.
Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above,
And I wish to hell I could remember what I said.

Well, I guess I'll just go walking, the cat's no good for talking to,
He don't know what I'm saying
and the rain is always playing on my mind,
on my mind.

One crystal wineglass on a table filled with scarlet stains
stands alone and empty where there once were two.
The jug is silent on the table by a broken plate,
the wine is gone, my lady, and so, my love, are you.

Well, I guess I'll just go walking, the cat's no good for talking to,
He don't know what I'm saying
and the rain is always playing on my mind,
on my mind.
on my mind...

-End-

(You Dun Stomped) My Heart - John Denver

I told you that I loved you,
you said that is so good.
I called you my darling,
I thought I always would.
But now you've gone and left me,
I don't know what to do.
So my little darling,
I write these words to you.

You dun stomped on my heart
and you mashed that sucker flat.
You just sorta stomped on my aorta.
You started going out with guys.
I felt us drift apart.
And every step you took
was a stomp on my heart.

I only hope that someday,
you get them low down blues.
In some smoky honky-tonk
you'll look down at your shoes.
You'll think about that tender heart
that you crushed beneath them soles.
With your cold busting stompers,
you left my heart so full of holes.

You dun stomped on my heart
and you mashed that sucker flat.
You just sorta stomped on my aorta.
You started going out with guys.
I felt us drift apart.
And every step you took
was a stomp on my heart.
Every step you took
was a stomp on my heart.

-End-

My Old Man - John Denver

My old man had a rounder's soul,
he'd hear an old freight train,
then he'd have to go.
Said he'd been blessed with the gypsy bone,
that's the reason they guessed
he'd been cursed to roam.

Came into town back before the war,
didn't even know what it was he was looking for.
He carried a tattered bag for his violin,
it was full of lots of songs and places that he'd been.
He talked real easy,
had a smiling way to pass along to you when his fiddle played.

Making people drop their cares and woes
to hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed.
Till the people there began to join that sound,
and everyone in town was laughing,
singing, dancing round.
Like the fiddler's tune was all they heard that night,
as if some dream said,
"All the world is right,"

♬~

His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there.
She had that rolling, flowing, golden kind of hair.
He played for her as if she danced alone,
he played his favorite songs, ones he called his own.
He played until she was the last to go,
stopped and packed his case, said he'd take her home.
All the nights that passed a child was born.
All the years that passed, love would keep them warm.
All their lives they'd share a dream come true,
all because she danced so well to his fiddle tune.

♬~

My old man had a rounder's soul,
he'd hear an old freight train, then he'd have to go.
All that I recall he said when I was so young
was no one else could really sing those songs he sung.

-End-

I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free - John Denver

And I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free
I wish that I could break
All the chains holding me
I wish I could say
All the things that I'd like to say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole round world to hear
I wish I could share
All the love that's in my heart
Remove every doubt that keeps us apart
And I wish you could know
What it means to be me
Then you'd see and agree
Every man should be free

I wish I could live

Like I'm longin' to live
I wish I could give
What I'm longin' to give
And I wish I could do
All the things that I'd like to do
You know they still are quite a few
Yes Sir...
And I'm way way over due

I wish I could be like a bird up in the sky
How sweet it would be
If I found out I could fly
So long to the sun
And look down upon Ihe sea
And I sing because I know
how it feels to be
And I sing because I know
how it feels
And I sing because I know
how it feels to be free
Yeah

-End-

Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life (Sugacity) - John Denver

Today is the first day of the rest of my life,
I wake as a child to see the world begin.
On monarch wings and birthday wonderings,
want to put on faces, walk in the wet and cold.
And look forward to my growing old,
to grow old is to change, to change is to be new,
to be new is to be young again,
I barely remember when.

My memories are stolen by the morning,
blotted out by the suns hypnotic eye.
I'll abide the sun's hypnotic eye.

♬~

Today is the first day of the rest of my life,
I wake as a child to see the world begin.
On monarch wings and birthday wonderings,
want to put on faces, walk in the wet and cold.
And look forward to my growing old.

-End-

Rusty Green - John Denver

Rusty green, the summer's almost gone.
I see winds clouding up the sun
And I can't find my way, everything's gray.

Rusty green eyes on my mind,
memory someplace out of time
All the things we would do, I still love you.

♬~

It's a sad song to sing, painted rusty green.
A green fading picture of spring.

-End-

Take Me To Tomorrow (Early Version) - John Denver

Hey everybody, tell me how do you feel?
Are you satisfied with your life, do you think it's real?
Tell me how is your head, what are your dreams?
Do you have any plans, do you have any schemes?
Do you care about, about anybody?
I'd like to know, is the answer "no"?

Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,
I've had my fill of sorrow and living this way.
Take me to tomorrow, that's where I'd like to be,
the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

Hey everybody, what's on your mind?
Do you think there's nowhere else to go, there's nothing left to find?
Are you happy where you are, do you have anything to share?
Do you think you're gonna waste your life spending it there?
Would you like to find a way out, do you think it's worth a try?
I'd like to know, is the answer "no"? Well maybe so, Aha,

Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,
I've had my fill of sorrow and living this way.
Take me to tomorrow, that's where I'd like to be,
the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.
Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,
I've had my fill of sorrow and living the way.
Take me to tomorrow, that's where I'd like to be,
the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.
the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.
2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3!
♬~

-End-

The Ballad Of Richard Nixon - John Denver

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