JOHN DENVER lyrics - Country Roads Collection

Thirsty Boots

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(Andersen) You've long been on the open road and sleeping in the rain, from dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are soiled and stained. But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane. So only stop and rest yourself, and you'll be off again. Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try. Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes. Then tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see, across the plains from field to town, marching to be free. And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by debris, like laughing children, one by one, they look like you and me. Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try. Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes. I know you are no stranger, now, to crooked rainbow trails, from dancing cliffheads to shattered sills to slander shackled jails. Where the voices drift up from below, his walls are being scaled. Yes all of this, and more my friend, your song shall not be failed. Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try. Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes. Take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try. Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

Austin Prison

JOHNNY CASH "Everybody Loves A Nut"
They had a warrant out for me all over the country And I was trying to beat the raps in Idaho I was breaking into a schoolhouse Sunday morning without warning When I saw the sheriff coming for me slow from down below His steel grey eyes were blazing when he saw me His hand was on his gun when he rode up He said you killed that woman I know you shot her why'd you do it I'm taking you to Austin then I'm gonna lock you up Well he tied me with a plow line the next morning And he had me deep in Texas the next day A crazy screaming lynch mob waited in the streets of Austin But he put me in the jailhouse and he threw the key away A jury found me guilty three months later twelve evil men with murder in their eyes They even took me out and said now show us where you killed her And that wicked judge said now I here by sentence you to die But here I am far away from Austin prison my friend the jailer handed me a file Now all I want between me and there are a lot of friendly people And miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles

Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres

AL STEWART "Bed-Sitter Images"
On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow And the sadness she kept in her eyes Struck my senses a blow And so as by chance at the touch of a glance We could find ourselves out in the road With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd Had appeared through the silence that broke And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know." "Oh well, then perhaps I could help you You know that St. Albans is miles away And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay "She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that, For I've got to be up in the morning you see. "So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take And so in the gloom of a candlelit room With spaghetti, two forks and a plate She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape." "Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back And you're perfectly welcome to stay" "But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed And so as she slept and the pure morning crept Through the windows to take her away I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale Of a holiday night's escapade And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes Where the sadness of age had once been She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost Or even just what I had seen But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile.

Mourning Morning

JUST JACK "Overtones"
Morning light don't scratch my eyes Just let me wash up on the shore I used to have the strangest dreams But they don't come here anymore My duvet's laid out like an atlas with stains to mark the borderlines Indentations in my pillow I hope won't fade with time Smoke the roach left in the ashtray on which I choked the night before Stub my toes on dirty clothes, like mountain ranges on the floor. I pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry I washed two cups and then remember that you've left already. I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony And just when I think I found my calling, it's another mourning morning They say the devil's in the detail I'm gonna blind my eyes instead I put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels tread I watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin And I remember when you told me a gilded crown won't make a king I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go I really want you to stay, but sometimes it doesn't show I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go I really want you to stay, let the conversation flow I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go I really want you to stay, but sometimes it doesn't show I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go, have to go again I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony And just when I think I found my calling, it's another mourning morning I really want you to stay but I know you have to go [x7] Have to go again

Freedom To Stay

WAYLON JENNINGS "Lonesome, On'ry And Mean"
I tied my bandana took my pack from the floor You were still sleeping as I stood at the door Once more I was headin' to God only knows where That's when it hit me I was already there. I could ramble a thousand miles or more Never find the light I've seen in your eyes before You gave me the freedom to go on my way But you gave me much more you gave me the freedom to stay. Why keep on runnin' just to wish on a star Searching for Heaven when I know where you are Life is just empty when you're walking alone So wherever we're going girl Lord it's good to be at home. I could ramble a thousand miles or more Never find the light I've seen in your eyes before You gave me the freedom to go on my way But you gave me much more you gave me the freedom to stay...

Crazy Wind

JAMES MCMURTRY "Too Long In The Wasteland"
Gone off in the pitch-black dark To work the morning tour He's halfway to the highway And he won't be back for hours His tail lights down the gravel road You watch them round the bend Nothing's on the TV But something's in the wind And it makes you crazy And it makes you blue It's a restless feeling And it's nothing new Listen to the buzzing Of the June bugs and the flies The sink's all full of dishes You might just let 'em lie You might just pour yourself a drink And sit outside awhile He won't miss the whiskey He knows it's not your style And he don't care enough To even wonder why You fight off his fumbling hands With daggers in your eyes Time sure flies when you're having fun Wasn't it just yesterday you turned twenty-one Does it still matter what you might have done Had you tried His bird dogs in their wire cage Are barking at the moon You turn the covers back And hope the dawn don't come too soon Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes From the glare of the vapor light But the sheets are cool and empty And you won't sleep tonight With a half moon rising And a warm gusty breeze Blowing from the southwest Whispering in the trees The asphalt 'neath the tires Makes a hollow whining sound And it stretches on forever Through a thousand little towns With their stores all dark and silent And their flashing yellow lights And nobody sees your passing In the fury of your flight You'll see them later Some other day Self preservation What can you say Time sure flies when you're having fun Your mind's all made up now and it's all said and done Flying down the four lane with the morning sun In your eyes

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