John Denver

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"Higher Ground"

"Higher Ground"

There are those who can live with the things they don't believe in,
They are giving up their lives for something that is less than it can be.
Some have longed for a home in a place of inspiration, some will find the emptiness inside.
By giving it all for the things that they believe, they believe.
Maybe it's just a dream in me, maybe it's just my style.
Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found.
Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
you know that I'll be reaching for higher ground.

I will stand on my own, I will live up to this vision.
I will trust in what I feel and follow my heart until it brings me home, brings me home
Maybe it's just a dream in me, maybe it's just my style.
Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found.
Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
you know that I'll be reaching for higher ground.

Keep me through the night, lead me to the light.
Teach me the magic of wonder, give me the spirit to fly.
Maybe it's just a dream in me, maybe it's just my style.
Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found.
Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
you know that I'll be reaching for higher ground.
Maybe it's just a dream in me, maybe it's just my style.
Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found.
Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
you know that I'll be reaching for higher ground.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"Hitchhiker"

"Hitchhiker"

If you're riding down the road and you come across an old man
holding out his thumb in the wind.
Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn't matter, it's his eyes that tell you where he's been.
If you're not afraid to take your chances on a stranger, he might have some company to lend.
Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. He'll tell you all the crazy things he's seen.
I'm an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know.
Where you headed, I don't mind. I ain't been there in some time,
but it's just exactly where I wanna go.

I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker calling people in from far and wide.
They never did regret the dollar that it cost them, we always left 'em feeling good inside.
We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer, her beauty it was more than I can say.
Then one summer night she set my soul on fire, Lord, I wish that she was here with me today.
I'm an old hitchhiker, wonder what's awaiting round the bend.
I don't know what I might see, I don't need no guarantee,
just a ride from here to there and back again.

I was only seventeen when I took the open highway, took it for my teacher and a friend.
I've been thirty years of thumbing, some might call it bumming,
it's better than just crying in the wind.
If you're driving down the road and you come across an old man,
holding out his thumb in the rain.
You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride,
he can tell you all the crazy things he's seen.
I'm an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill.
Some people say I'll settle down, build a home in some small town.
But in my heart I know I never will, I'm an old hitchhiker.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"Hold On Tightly"

"Hold On Tightly"

Lost in a boat on the ocean, lost in a ship out at sea.
Lost in the dark of misfortune, where is a light I can see?
Where is the highway to heaven, where is the love we all need?
Where is the peace that we long for, where is the man who is free?
Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace.
Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these.
You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It's only surrender, it's all in the game.
If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there's always forgiveness and no one to blame.

Some will take fame over fortune, some will take love over gold.
Some will pray only for power, some never want to grow old.
Some see the day that is coming, some only see what has passed.
Someone will always be first in line, someone will always be last.
Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace.
Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these.
You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It's only surrender, it's all in the game.
If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there's always forgiveness and no one to blame.
You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It's only surrender, it's all in the game.
If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there's always forgiveness and no one to blame.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"Hold On To Me"

"Hold On To Me"

We were live on arrival, safe home at last. Not cannon fire dockside, no flags half-mast.
We were sold out for silver and a string of black pearls
on the loneliest island at the edge of the world.

Like destiny's children, souls lost at sea. No room on the lifeboat, you can hold on to me.
Hold on to me, hold on to me.

Now the voyage is over, we're back on dry land.
In our eyes are the stories, the rope and the brand.

Like destiny's children, souls lost at sea. No room on the lifeboat, you can hold on to me.
Hold on to me, hold on to me. Hold on to me, hold on to me, hold on to me.

We were live on arrival, safe home at last. Not cannon fire dockside, no flags half-mast.
We were sold out for silver and a string of black pearls
on the loneliest island at the edge of the world.

Hold on to me, hold on to me. Hold on to me, hold on to me, hold on to me.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"Home On The Range"

"Home On The Range"

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

The red man was pressed from this part of the west
It's not likely he'll ever return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
His flickering campfires still burn

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night when the heavens are bright
I see the light of those flickering stars
Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of love

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"Homegrown Tomatoes"

"Homegrown Tomatoes"

There ain't nothing in the world that I like better
than bacon and lettuce and homegrown tomatoes.
Up in the morning, out in the garden, get you a ripe one, don't pick a hard one.
Plant 'em in the spring, eat 'em in the summer. All winter without 'em is a culinary bummer.
I forget all about the sweating and the digging every time I go out and pick me a big one.
Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes, what would life be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy and that's true love and homegrown tomatoes.

You can go out to eat and that's for sure, but there's nothing a homegrown tomato won't cure.
Put 'em in a salad, put 'em in a stew, you can make your own, very own tomato juice.
You can eat 'em with eggs, eat 'em with gravy, You can eat 'em with beans, pinto or navy.
Put 'em on the side, put 'em in the middle, homegrown tomatoes on a hot cake griddle.
Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes, what would life be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy and that's true love and homegrown tomatoes.

If I was to change this life I lead, you could call me Johnny Tomatoseed.
'Cause I know what this country needs is homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see.
When I die, don't bury me in a box in a cold dark cemetery.
Out in the garden would be much better 'cause I could be pushing up homegrown tomatoes.
Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes, what would life be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy and that's true love and homegrown tomatoes,
homegrown tomatoes, what would life be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy and that's true love and homegrown tomatoes.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"How Can I Leave You Again?"

"How Can I Leave You Again?"

In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun.
Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone.
There are pathways winding below me, in pleasure I've gone where they go.
In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know.
How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
Lost in a storm I've gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

Oh, it's been a long time since I've listened, still longer since I've walked with you.
For the first time I know what I'm missing, some answers are no longer true.
So I question the course that I follow. I'm doubtful and deep in despair.
My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care?
Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me.
As the clouds surrender, my fate is for certain, I'm a sailor who runs to the sea.
How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
Lost in a storm I've gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.
How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
Lost in a storm I've gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"How Mountain Girls Can Love"

"How Mountain Girls Can Love"

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.
Riding at night in a high cold wind, on the trail of the old lonesome pine.
Thinking of you baby, feeling so blue, wondering why I left you behind.

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.
There's a lake in the hills where my true love goes,
that's when she's thinking of me.
Why I'm not there, heaven only knows,
heaven knows that's where I'd rather be.

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"I Can't Escape"

"I Can't Escape"

Funny thing about this little heart of mine, all the ways that it can say (I love you).
Longer than forever, till the end of time, no matter baby come what may (I love you).
Look at me now, sitting all by myself, face another sleepless night all alone.
All I look forward to is lying here living this song.
I can't escape thinking every day about you, can't escape wishing, dear, you were still mine.
Can't escape thinking maybe I still love you, can't escape caring for you all of the time.

Listen to the music on the radio, top forty hits of yesterday (I love you).
'Leaving on a Jet Plane,' 'Blowin' in the Wind,' 'The Silly Games that People Play' (I love you),
each of them carries your memory still, I can still see that look in your eyes.
That one that preceded your kisses and followed your sighs.
I can't escape thinking every day about you, can't escape wishing, dear, you were still mine.
Can't escape thinking maybe I still love you, can't escape caring for you all of the time.

Every rain in the morning reminds me of you, every night when it's cold outside,
every time that I ache inside.

Sometimes I wish it was ten years ago, we were starting all over again.
Yet the way that I feel is much more than just remembering when.
I can't escape thinking every day about you, can't escape wishing, dear, you were still mine.
Can't escape thinking maybe I still love you, can't escape caring for you all of the time.
All of the time. All of the time.

fox69 · 11.09.2014

"I Guess He'd Rather Be In Colorado"

"I Guess He'd Rather Be In Colorado"

I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.
He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain.
Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking
to the stars he makes and asking them the bus fare.

I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.
He'd rather play his banjo in the morning when the moon is scarcely gone.
In the dawn the subway's coming, in the dawn I hear him humming
some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.

I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.
I guess he'd rather work out where the only thing you earn is what you spend.
In the end up in his office, in the end a quiet cough is all he has to show,
he lives in New York City. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.