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This song appears on eight albums, and was first released on the Some Days Are
Diamonds album. It has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 3,
Favourites, Country Classics, The Rocky Mountain Collection, The Country Roads
Collection, The Very Best of John Denver (Double CD) and Changes albums.
When you ask how I've been here without you
I like to say I've been fine and I do
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told the truth, that's not quite true
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Some time the hard times won't leave me alone
Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Now the face that I see in my mirror
More and more is a stranger to me
More and more I can see there's a danger
In becoming what I never thought I'd be
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Some time the hard times won't leave me alone
Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Words and music by Dick Feller
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If our lives could lie before us like a straight and narrow highway
So that we could see forever, long before we took the ride
We would never look to heaven, make a wish or climb a mountain
'Cause we'd always know the answer what's on the other side
But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground
You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around
Tho' we all have destinations , and the dust will settle down
This life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground
So let's walk the road together
Who knows what we'll find tomorrow
Maybe good times, maybe sorrow will be waitin' round the bend
Given time, two hearts discover what they're feelin' for each other
At the best we'll end up lovers, at the least we'll make a friend
But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground
You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around
Tho' we all have destinations , and the dust will settle down
But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground
You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around
Tho' we all have destinations , and the dust will settle down
This life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds album, and has also been released on the Changes album.
His Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
And his Momma spent her young life havin' kids and balin' hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called “Shame"?
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings brought meaning to his life
Yes, the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross, Georgia boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standin' neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reelin', put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, “Your Georgia neck is red but sonny, you're still green"?
He turned twenty-one in a gray rock fed'ral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, Georgia boy
Starin' at those four gray walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
Sunday mornin' found him standin' 'neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried, “Have you seen Mabel Joy?"?
Stunned and shaken someone said, “Why, she's not here no more
She left this house four years today, they say she's lookin' for some Georgia farm boy"?
Words and Music by Mickey Newbury
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This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can still be rough
If things are what you're lookin' for, there's never quite enough
And all the tea in China won't make a house a home
You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone
There might be some one night stands to ease the pain inside
Or someone you can call around if you've lost all your pride
Please don't be mistaken. I don't mean to put that down
I know there's times when anything is better than sleepin' alone
Sleepin' alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend
Sleepin' alone can make you swear to God this night will never end
You know it's not company you are lookin' for
You know it's not just pleasure, you know it's somethin' more
You know it's not the answer if it's not like comin' home
If the one who's there doesn't really care, it's worse than sleepin' alone
Sleepin' alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend
Sleepin' alone can make you swear to God this night will never end
For someone who's got everything, life can still be rough
If things are what you're lookin' for, there's never quite enough
And all the gold that glitters won't make a house a home
You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone
You might be a millionaire and still be sleepin' alone
Words and music by John Denver
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My way was the hard way, didn't know it at the time.
I could've had it made by now, but I was too busy trying.
Your way was so easy, thank God you came along.
You took me to a special place where nothing can go wrong.
Easy on Easy Street, You're the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
Every thing I'll ever need is here with you on Easy Street.
I know you're up to something, what's son you're little heart?
It really doesn't matter 'cause I know I'll love my part.
Easy on Easy Street, You're the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
Every thing I'll ever need is here with you on Easy,
Easy on Easy Street, You're the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
Every thing I'll ever need is here with you on Easy Street.
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In the airport lounge she sat in a fancy feathered hat
The grandest lady I had ever seen
Outside the heavy rains had grounded all the planes
So I asked her if she'd like some company
In my rhinestone studded suit, My cowboy hat and boots
I must have been a sight to see
But she said "Pull up a chair," as she fumbled with her hair
A more unlikely pair you'll never see
I was Mogen David wine, she was Chabls Fifty-nine
But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady
She was evenings at the opera and summers in Paree
I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee
The cowboy and the lady
As diff'rent as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee
And somewhere in between her Harvey's Bristol Creme
And the beer I drank and the easy company
We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather
Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy
And there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady
The cowboy and the lady
As diff'rent as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee
We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather
Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy
And there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady
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Nashville tears are lonely signs that point to broken hearts
Broken lives and families that love has split apart
Children who miss daddy, mommy's on the run
The pleasure that is painful and hidden from the sun
Nashville hearts are lonely words that speak of love gone wrong
Sad and soulful stories and beautiful love songs
For each and every melody of happiness denied
You know that there's another one that shows the other side
Country love is kisses in the kitchen
Country love is honest and it's true
Country love is home with your family
County love's the way that I love you
Country love is silky nights and warm familiar hands
Someone who's been there before and always understands
Nashville nights are lonely roads that we've all travelled on
Sometimes they take you far away or they can bring you home
If you're lost out on the highway, do not deny the dove
When Nashville night's the question, the answer's country love
Country love is kisses in the kitchen
Country love is honest and it's true
Country love is home with your family
County love's the way that I love you
Country love is kisses in the kitchen
Country love is honest and it's true
Country love is home with your family
County love's the way that I love you
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Down, down, down deeper into love
All around, I can feel your love
All my life I've been dreaming
Night into morning
Till you opened my eyes
Love, love, love such a mystery
Golden light shining down on me
Soft and warm as the warming
But I never saw it
Till you opened my eyes
Floating in circles, I'm flying
It feels so good that I'm crying
Down, down, down deep inside of me
Love sweet love's all that I can see
Golden light keeps on shining
Shining forever, since you opened my eyes
Words and Music by Alan Rush, Randy Cullers and Dennis Linde
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January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears
Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm...
20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky
The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands
He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
And he dreamed he was back on the farm
Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar
An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway
Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night
I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes
And I dreamed I was with him on the farm
"Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
And the bus rolled through the night...
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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
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