JOHN DENVER lyrics - An Evening With John Denver

Boy From The Country

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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

North Country Boy

Charlatans
Hey country boy hey country boy what are you sad about everyday you make the sun come out even in the pouring rain I'll come to see you and I'll save you, I'll save you What do you care about and she said this and that what do I mean to you I'll show you if you want the truth I can't remember I don't know how to tell you but I love you just the same How many eyes must a young girl have I know she makes you cry I know she makes you laugh I'll be good to you if I could I'd make you happy if I had a son I'd be good to my daddy who loves you though I bet it's not the same as your north country boy Hey country boy what are you sad about I think we'll work it out even in the morning rain he'll come to see you hope your feelings are the same How many ears must a young girl have I know she hears you cry I know she hears you laugh Itchy and Scratchy come runnin' up the alley if you'll be good I'll be good to your daddy who loves you but I bet it's not the same as your north country boy What do you care about and she said this and that what do I mean to you I'll show you if you want the truth I threw it all away I don't know where I put it but I miss it all the same How many eyes must a young girl have I know she makes you cry I know she makes you laugh I'll be good to you if I could I'd make you happy if I had a son I'd be good to my daddy who loves you but I bet it's not the same as your north country boy

Southern Fried

KILLER MIKE "R.A.P. Music"
[Killer Mike] Welcome to this country-fied, bonafide and my flow is sweet as a potato pie Never been a sour apple, I'm a Now N' Later guy I'ma tell her somethin sweet and she gon' lick me later guy Hello to my hater guys How you doin, sirs? I know you got mean words But keep them to yo'self, unless those murders will occur Cause I'm from Killa Kill Adamsville Right next door Bowen Homes and Dixie Hills Allen Temple Wildwood and Plainsville These motherfuckers murder in plain sight Everyday, broad daylight, they ain't right Shit's loko out in Zone 4 Since the 80s' it's been that way doe My nigga uncle died shootin back at the po-po He went out, but he ain't go slow though Even hit the cop back with the fo'-fo' doe Got buried in a Rolex, Jordans and a Polo Nigga died pretty as a pimp in a photo Whoa WHOA! Yee'n hear fat boi He ain't say that boi, don't e'en try to act boi That fat black motherfucker got a way with the words I'll tell you he can rap, boi Respect my words like a rabbi I'm a Porterhouse, you a motherfuckin ribeye Hate on me to your girlfriend, she gon' look you dead in the eye and tell ya, "So, muh'fucker, he still fly!" [Chorus] Ain't I fresh? Ain't I clean? Ain't I;m ridin thru the city in the meanest machine? Ain't I, ain't I 100? Playa fa' sho Ain't I slick 'bout pimp game and just might mack on yo' hoe, ain't I? Ain't I fresh? Ain't I clean? Ain't I'm ridin thru the city in the meanest machine? Ain't I, ain't I 100? Playa fa' sho Ain't I slick 'bout pimp game and just might mack on yo' hoe, ain't I? [Killer Mike] So fresh, so clean Rollin down the streets so slow, so sweet like a cup of, codeine, smo-kin on that, I-rene wit a sweet country girl named Irene, I lean feel-in irie I be, strapped, to the motherfuckin T, so please don't try me My Chevrolet lay butt naked on the asphalt flo' flashin her high beams And I'm still in the company of Irene and we been joined by Maxine We maxin, relaxin, chillin double stackin And me bein the Westside player that I be I'm tryna see what's hap'nin, and what's hap'nin? Mй-na-na-nage in my garage These two young ladies is the reason I (A.D.I.D.A.S) That's All Day I Dream About that Sex scene You textin, hopin that they call you I just BBQ and call 'em up and say, "Hey, fall thru" And you know it's shrimp and lobster tails when they enter the room with lots of players My potnas young black millionaires And they all about some mon-ay! Yeah young'n, it's a double entendre Yee ain't got to wonder, when you ask LaRhonda what she been doin hangin out with Shawnna She tell you, "Nuttin, hon-ey!" [Chorus] [Killer Mike] Moлt, Rolex, big Benz, no flex Wedding ring on finger, I married a Trina Pretty as a singer, fine as a stripper When we in the strip club, strippers try to tip her I don't want no dance, hoe! Get up off my zipper You ain't tryna rip me if you ain't tryna rip her We like Bun and Pimp, bitch! See we is a duo This that Ball and G shit, we don't need no new hoe See I got a suave mouth which purchases my (Suave House) This that 2 Live Crew shit, I (Rap-A-Lot) 'bout new shit This that country rap tunes, Southern fried funky shit I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit And that's some education for y'all thinkin we unlearned Cause our uncles played that Gucci Crew and walked around with perms and we buy them '95 Impalas, paint them bitches urr-ange We get (Gang Starrs) like Preem and Guru cause respect was (Hard to Earn) [Chorus]

Dear Mr. President

4 NON BLONDES "Bigger, Better, Faster, More!"
I'm looking outside of my window the view that I see is a child and mama and the child is begging for money tell me why, tell me why the woman is blind is she so broke the kid's dealing crime it's such a beautiful city, but the word is burning it down I go to my room to turn on the TV I sit myself down and I start laughing hard 'cause this man he's asking for money he say 'if you send me lots of cash I'll send you stuff to make you rich fast' it's such a wonderful country but the man he's burning it down yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea it's such a wonderful country but the man he's burning it down yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea and it's burning down and it's called the US of A One day I'm going to have lots of money but I'll have to give it up for this rich society oh please Mr. President will you lend me a future 'cause you'll just get it back from the little blind woman with the kid on the corner and the people full over, doin' crack yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea it's such a wonderful country but the man he's burning it down yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea and it's burning down and it's called the US of A I'm walking outside on a sunny day with no one around and I wonder what's wrong then I hear this loud piercing siren oh my God the bomb has just dropped and everybody climbed right on top screaming what a wonderful country but the man he's burning it down he's burning it down yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea it's such a wonderful country but the man he's burning it down yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea and it's burning down and it's called the US of A

No Country

THE JEZABELS "The Brink"
I heard there was a kind of tree releasing spores, That could enslave a mind, to follow secret laws. He came home one day and he was changed for good. Now he'll never walk, under sycamore. I love you like we're in the movies. I got a Cold War fascination. Blooming with the day she was. He said "I won't dirty you when I'm making love." He don't realise. He don't realise. I love you like we're in the movies. I got a pirate fascination. Blooming at the gate she was. But Uncle Johnny, I don't see a way out, It's like a roller coaster going round and round in my childhood holiday, But there all in chains: My mama's in chains, My daddy's in chains, My brother's in chains, Sister: chains, Julietta: chains, Julianna: chains, Frida: chains. I heard there was some kind of lost metropolis That could enslave a mind, to harbour Secret fears. I gotta get paid; gotta get made of make-believe, 'Cause there is no country for young men like me. I love you starlight, Hold tight, when you're seeing red, But it's alright, put my head under the bed. And singing me to sleep, she was, but they're all in chains: My mama's in chains, My daddy's in chains, My brother's in chains, Sister: chains, Julietta: chains, Julianna: chains, Frida: chains. Guess there is no country for young men, No country for young men, No country for young men like you. I bet you're at some kind of party. I bet you're like a superstar there. I hope you're on an A-3-80 outta here. I love you like we're in the movies. I bet you're hanging out with Tupac. I hope you're out there, Somewhere in the atmosphere. I heard there was a kind of tree releasing spores, That could enslave a min, to follow secret laws.

Looking For My Friends

Paul Ellis "Stories"
This time let's not bring up my disasters, Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud. Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers. So summarize, she called it null and void. What do you want me to tell you? What do you want me to say? I've been cut by the rose again. All the petals have fallen to pieces. Now I'm left with the thorn and the stem. I'm out looking for my friends, looking for my friends. She left the note in the sleeve of my coat, that was not nice -- I called her on the phone, the voice that spoke, it was cold, it was hard as ice. I tried to speak, the connection was weak 'cause I was talking to a machine. She said, If this is you, we're totally through, and that's the last of her I've seen. What do you want me to tell you? I got the message loud and clear -- Now I can't talk, 'cause talk is cheap. I'm in a no-win situation. There are no words that I could speak that would mend this broken rose. So here I am, on the couch of a friend who submits his observations, He says love just comes and goes...

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