John Denver

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"It's Up To You"

"It's Up To You"


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 the 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.

But I don't want to own you, I just want to hold you.
I don't want to need you, I just like to see you smile and stay for a while.

And if the times get rough being free might be enough
to keep our feelings warm, see us through the storm.
And 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,
Knowing from the start it's up to you, it's up to you, it's up to you.

 

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"Jenny Dreamed Of Trains"

"Jenny Dreamed Of Trains"


When Jenny was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains.
She never play with dolls or lacy kinds of things.
Jenny counted boxcars instead of counting sheep,
she could go anywhere when she went to sleep.
All she ever talked about was getting on the ride,
she was living in another time, you could see it in her eyes.
And every day after school she'd head down to the track,
waiting for a train that was never coming back.

Jenny dreamed of trains when the nighttime came.
Nobody knew how she made it come true, Jenny dreamed of trains.

The depot's been boarded up, the trains have turned to rust.
There hasn't been a train through here since the mill went bust.
No one believed her when she said she heard the train,
they said she was just a little girl acting kind of strange.

Jenny dreamed of trains when the nighttime came.
Nobody knew how she made it come true, Jenny dreamed of trains.

Jenny laid a penny on the track one day, in God we trust, she walked away.
The very next morning all she could find
was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dime.

Jenny dreamed of trains when the nighttime came.
Nobody knew how she made it come true, Jenny dreamed of trains.
Jenny dreamed of trains when the nighttime came.
Nobody knew how she made it come true, Jenny dreamed of trains.

 

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"Jimmy Newman"

"Jimmy Newman"


Get up Jimmy Newman, the morning is come. The engines are rumbling, the coffee's all brewed.
Get up Jimmy Newman, there's work to be done, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
There's a waiting line forming to use the latrine, and the sun is just opening the skies.
The breakfast they're serving just has to be seen, and you've only to open your eyes.

Get up Jimmy Newman, the radio's on, the news is all bad, but it's good for a laugh.
The tent flap is loose and the peg must be gone, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
The night nurse is gone and the sexy one's here, and she tells us such beautiful lies.
Her uniform's tight, on her marvelous rear, and you've only to open your eyes.

Get up Jimmy Newman, you're missing the fun. They're talking us next, Jim it's time to go home.
It's over for us, there's no more to be done, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
It's state side for us, Jim, the folks may not know, and we'll let it be such a surprise.
They're loading us next, Jim we're ready to go, and you've only to open your eyes.

And you've only to open your eyes. Oh my God, Jimmy, open your eyes.

 

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"Jingle Bells"

"Jingle Bells"


Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it was to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.

 

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"Johnny B. Goode"

"Johnny B. Goode"


Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back in the woods among the evergreens,
there stood a log cabin made or earth and wood,
where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play a guitar just like a ringing bell.
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, go sit beneath a tree by the railroad track.
The engineers would see him sitting in the shade strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.
The people passing by they would stop and say, oh my, but that little country boy can play.
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.

Well, his momma told him, "Some day you will be a man.
You will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around just to hear you play your music till the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights, saying, 'Johnny B. Goode tonight."
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.

 

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"Joseph And Joe"

"Joseph And Joe"


Joseph and Joe, the priest and the cowboy, the places they've been to, the spaces they're in.
For a time between storms at the side of a mountain,
with another man's family, family and friends.
Joseph can give you the keys to the kingdom, he'll put you in touch with the spirit of man.
Joe loves the desert but lives in the mountains, his closest companion, a left-handed man.
Where do you go if you've got no way to get there? Where do you go?
How do you know if you've never ever been there? How do you know?
Tell me how do you know?

Joseph, I lost you in some other city, our paths are not crossing, were way out of time.
Joe how the seasons have drifted between us, or is it your vision much greater than mine?
Take heed of the darkness which gathers around us, a fire that consumes us, forever to burn.
Then look to the sun for our father is with us, our mother will teach us what we need to learn.
Where do you go if you've got no way to get there? Where do you go?
How do you know if you've never ever been there? How do you know?
Tell me how do you know?
Tell me where do you go if you've got no way to get there? Where do you go?
How do you know if you've never ever been there? How do you know?
Tell me how do you know?

 

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"Junk"
(originally by Paul McCartney)

"Junk"
(originally by Paul McCartney)


Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two, brokenhearted jubilee.
Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two, sentimental jamboree.

Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window, why, why says the junk in the yard.
Ya da da da da da. La da da da.

Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window, why, why says the junk in the yard.
Ya da da da da da da da. La da da da.

Candlesticks, building bricks, something old and new, memories for you and me.

 

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"Last Hobo"

"Last Hobo"


He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago.
Moved to Tucumcari when the ironwork got slow.
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime,
'til he threw it in and he hit the road to walk that endless line.

Now he's the last hobo riding the last boxcar on the last freight train leaving here.
Now he's the last hobo riding the last boxcar on the last freight train leaving here.

He tried his hands at lots of jobs and he did them all with pride.
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried.
It must have been Ramona, she was all he cared about.
When she ran away and left him, you could see the fire go out.

Now he's the last hobo riding the last boxcar on the last freight train leaving here.
Now he's the last hobo riding the last boxcar on the last freight train leaving here.

We hardly ever see him, once or twice and he would stay a day or two.
He'd ask about Ramona, then he'd say that he was only passing through.

Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way,
and every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe.
He's looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill,
now his sun is sinking lower and he's looking for her still.

Still he's the last hobo riding the last boxcar on the last freight train leaving here.
Now he's the last hobo riding the last boxcar on the last freight train leaving here.

 

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"Last Train Done Gone Down"

"Last Train Done Gone Down"


That last train done gone down, that last train done gone down.
I heard the whistle moaning low, that last train done gone down.

My sweet baby's on that train, my sweet baby's on that train.
I wonder if I will see her again, that last train done gone down.

I heard that whistle moaning low, I heard that whistle moaning low.
I'm begging and pleading, please don't go. That last train done gone down.

I'm sorry for what I've done, I'm sorry for what I've done.
Too late, goodbye, my sweet baby cried. That last train done gone down.

That last train done gone down, that last train done gone down.
I heard the whistle moaning low, that last train done gone down.

 

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"Late Nite Radio"

"Late Nite Radio"


There's lonely hearts in Arkansas, there's truckers in Des Moines
all there to keep me company in the early morn.
A world unknown to daytime is forever going on
the airways of the nation between midnight and the dawn.
Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I'm lonely is my late nite radio.

Well I turn the dial, a little bit past one-o-one point two
in time to catch the news and see who's shooting who.
Then I hunt around for old songs, they're so good to hear again.
To think of how it was, imagine how it might have been.
Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I'm lonely is my late nite radio.
La la la, I sing along 'cause I never know the words.
La la la la la la la la la, I'd love to call a talk show but I haven't got the nerve.
La la la, oh oh oh, radio.

The Lord is still my shepherd but these preachers got to go.
This time of night my interest lies in UFO's.
So I turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three to find myself a lullaby to rock me off to sleep.
Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I'm lonely is my late nite radio.
Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I'm lonely is my late nite radio.