John Denver Album

This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Back Home Again Album, and has also been released as a live version on the An Evening With John Denver Album.


Music makes pictures and often tells stories
All of it magic and all of it true
And all of the pictures and all of the stories
All of the magic, the music is you

Music makes pictures and often tells stories
All of it magic and all of it true
And all of the pictures and all of the stories
And all of the magic, the music is you

Words and music by John Denver

Welcome to my morning
Welcome to my day
Yes, I'm the one responsible
I made it just this way
To make myself some pictures
And see what they might bring
I think I made it perfectly
I wouldn't change a thing

(La la la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La la la, la-la-la-la-la-la)

Welcome to my happiness
You know it makes me smile
And it pleases me to have you here
For just a little while
While we open up the spaces
Try to break some chains
And if the truth is told
They will never come again

(La la la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La la la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La la la, la-la-la-la-la-la)

Welcome to my evening
The closing of the day
You know, I could try a million times
Never find a better way
To tell you that I love you
And all the songs I play
Are to thank you for allowing me
In the lovely day you made

Welcome to my morning
Welcome to my day
Yes, I'm the one responsible
I made it just this way
To make myself some pictures
And see what they might bring
I think I made it perfectly
I wouldn't change a thing

(La la la, la-la-la-la-la-la....etc.)

Born a poor young country boy
Mother nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone

Sit beside a mountain stream
Watch her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies

Du-du-du du du du-du-du-du du du du du
Du-du-du du du du-du-du du du du
Du-du-du-du du-du-du du du

Find me in my field of grass
Mother nature's son
Swaying Daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun

Du-du-du du du du-du-du-du du du du du
Du-du-du du du du-du-du du du du
Du-du-du-du du-du-du du du

Ah, mother nature's son!

Summer: John Denver

Silently the morning mist is lying on the water
Captive moonlight waiting for the dawn
Softly like a baby's breath a breeze begins to whisper
The sun is coming, quick you must be gone
Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing
The promise of another sunny day
And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine
I do believe that summer's here to stay

Do you care what's happening around you
Do your sense know the changes when they come
Can you see yourselves reflected in the season
Can you understand the need to carry on

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see
So many ways and oh so many things
Rejoicing in the differences
There's no one just like me
Yet as different as we are , we're still the same

And oh I love the life within me
I feel part of everything I see
And oh I love the life around me
A part of everything is here in me

This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the An Evening With John Denver album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album. Some versions of the first album do not contain this song.


Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
‘Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, Today

I'll be a dandy, and I'll be a rover
You'll know who I am by the songs that I sing
I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover
Who cares what the morrow shall bring

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
‘Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, Today

I can't be contented with yesterday's glory
I can't live on promises winter to spring
Today is my moment, now is my story
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
‘Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, Today

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
‘Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, Today

Words and Music by Randy Sparks

SSaturday night in Toledo Ohio
Is like being nowhere at all
All through the day, how the hours rush by
You sit in the park, and you watch the grass die

Oh, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight
When shadows of night start to fall
They roll back the sidewalks precisely at ten
And the people who live there are not seen again

Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana
And a salesman from places unknown ('ces unknown)
All huddle together in downtown Toledo
To spend their big night all alone

You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio
Well, I spent a week there one day
They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes
Go visit the bakery and watch the buns rise

Oh, but let's not forget that the folks of Toledo
Unselfishly gave us the scale
"No springs, honest weight", that's the promise they made
So smile and be thankful next time you get weighed

And wive and wet wive, let that be our motto
Let's let the sleeping dogs lie ('ping dogs lie)
And here's to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio
Ladies, we bid you goodbye

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

Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long, lonesome ride
To see the high country and learn of her people
The ways that they live there, the ways that they die
One is a teacher, and one a beginner
Just wanting to be there, wanting to know

And together they're trying to tell us a story
That should have been listened to long, long ago
How the life in the mountains is living in danger
From too many people, too many machines
And the time is upon us, today is forever
Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams

Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds
The man and the mountains are brothers again
Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies
The Rockies are living, they never will die
Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long, lonesome ride.

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

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

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

I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all of those who see me, and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be and not what we are

Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, you've been dreaming, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun

Close your eyes and rest your weary mind
I promise I will stay right here beside you
Today our lives were joined, became entwined
I wish that you could know how much I love you

Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do
Are there meanings that you've never seen before
Lady, my sweet lady, I just can't believe it's true
And it's like I've never, ever loved before

(Chorus)

Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, my sweet lady, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun

This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the An Evening With John Denver Album, and has also been released on the Country Classics - The Very Best of John Denver Album. It has not been released as a studio track. It also appears on some of the variations of The Evening With John Denver Album.

I'm bringin' me home to you
It's all that I have to give
My life, my love, my everything
It's you I choose to be with

Had a wonderful time in the city
I smile when I recall
The space, the songs, the company
I really had a ball

It's a funny set of circumstances
Is me out on the road alone
With the moon lookin' over my shoulder
I'm findin' my way back home

I'm bringin' me home to you
It's all that I have to give
My life, my love, my everything
It's you I choose to be with

Ridin' high in the Rocky Mountains
It's a quiet and peaceful time
I'd swear the stars are smilin'
Like they know what's on my mind

You see on any such an occasion
My thoughts will turn to you
The time I spend all by myself
I mostly spend with you

La la la.......

I'm bringin' me home to you
It's all that I have to give
My life, my love, my everything
It's you I choose to be with

When I laid down beside you
And all the love that you showed
I want to live my life with you
It's all the dreams that I know

Bringin' me home to you
It's all that I have to give
My life, my love, my everything
It's you I choose to be with
It's you I choose to be with
It's you I want to live with

La la la.......

Words and music by John Denver

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

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
the fear that is within you now, it seems to never end.
The dreams that have escaped you,
And the hopes that you've forgotten.
You tell me that you need me now,
you want to be my friend.
And you wonder where we're going,
where's the rhyme and where is the reason?
And if 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 could 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 could clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to nonbelievers:
"Come and stand beside us, we can find a better way."

Oh lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket,
Put golden flowers over my head in a silver basket.
Let the drum and bugle corp play taps while cannons roar
And sixteen liveried employees sell souveniers from the funeral store.

I want to go simply when I go,
They'll give me a simple funeral there I know,
With a casket lined in fleece
And fireworks spelling out "rest in peace."
Oh take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn.

Oh lay me down in Forest Lawn, they understand there.
They have a heavenly choir and a military band there.
Just put me in their care, I'll find my comfort there
With sixteen planes in a last salute they'll drop a cross in a parachute.

I want to go simply when I go,
They'll give me a simple funeral there I know:
With a hundred strolling strings
And topless dancers with golden wings!
Oh take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn.

Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Kindly leave a contribution in the pail.
Be as simple and as trusting as a child would
And we'll sell you the church in the dale.

To find a simple resting place is my desire;
To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher.
My likeness cast in brass will stand in plastic grass
While hidden weights and springs tip it's hat to the mourners filing past!

I want to go simply when I go.
They'll give me a simple funeral there I know.
I'll lie beneath the sand
With piped in tapes of Billy Graham.
Oh take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
For a slightly higher fee!

Oh take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn!

[No lyrics]

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

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road, I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, (down) country roads
Take me home, (down) country roads

I've been lately thinkin' about my life's time
All the things I've done and how it's been
And I can't help believin' in my own mind
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end

I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I've known my lady's pleasures, had myself some friends
Spent a time or two in my own home

And I have to say it now, it's been a good life all in all
It's really fine to have the chance to hang around
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around

And talk of poems, and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow?
And what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

The days they pass so quickly now, nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it's cold
The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old

For though my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

And I have to say it now, it's been a good life all in all
It's really fine to have the chance to hang around
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around

And talk of poems, and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow?
And what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care
It keeps changin' fast and it don't last for long

It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept the memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight is turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of the simple things he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

In the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky Mountain high
The Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody's high
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado)

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.

[No lyrics]

City of New Orleans Lyrics

Ridin' on the City of New OrleansIllinois Central Monday mornin' railThere's 15 cars, and 15 restless riders3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound oddeusyAnd the train pulls out of KankakeeAnd rolls along past the houses, farms and feildsPassin' trains that have no names And freightyards full of old black menThe grave yards of the rusted automobiles
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you?Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car. Penny a point, aint no one keepin' scorePass the paper bag that holds the bottle.Feel the wheels a rumblin' through the floor.
And the son's of Pullman Porter's and the son's of engineersRide their father's magic carpet made of steelAnd mothers with their fantasies, a rockin' to the gentle breezeAnd the rythym of the rail is all they feel
Singin' good mornin' America, how are you? Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son. Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when they day is done.
But its twilight on the City of New Orleans.Changing cars in Memphis, TenneseeHalf way home, and we'll be there by mornin' Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seemTo fade into a bad dreamAnd the steel rails still ain't heard the newsThe conductor sings hius song againThe passengers will please refrainThis train has got the disapearing blues
Singin' good morning America, how are you?Sayin' don't you know me I'm your native son?I'm the train they call the City of New OrleansI'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Jessie went away last summer a couple of months ago
After all our time together it was hard to see her go
She called me right up when she arrived asked me one more time to come
Livin' on the LA freeway ain't my kind of havin' fun
I think I'd rather be a cowboy I think I'd rather ride a range
I think I'd rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady's chains

When we were just beginning it was such an easy way
Myin' backup in the mountains makin' songs for sunny days
She got tired of pickin' daisies and cookin' my meals for me
She can live the life she wants to yes and it's all right with me
I think I'd rather be a cowboy

I'd rather live on the side of a mountain
Than wander through the canyons of concrete and steel
I'd rather laugh with the rain and sunshine
And lay down my sundown in some starry field

Oh but I miss her in the mornin' when I awake alone
The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound
But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know
I love her yes I love her just enough to let her go
I think I'd rather be a cowboy
I think I'd rather be a cowboy

Amsterdam Lyrics

Artist(Band):John Denver


In the port Of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light

In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails
He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
Bring me more fish, put it down by my side
And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try
So he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance
paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to pot
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croak
Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
To the rancid sounds of the accordion burst
Then their out into the night with their pride in their pants
With a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again
He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have promised their love to a thousand other men
And they bargain their bodies, and their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins and then when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above
And he spits like I'd cry for an unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam,
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam