JOHN DENVER lyrics - Rocky Mountain High

Paradise

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(Prine) When I was a child, my family would travel down to western Kentucky where my parents were born. There's a backwards old town that's often remembered, so my times that my memories are worn. And daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County, down by the Green River where paradise lay? Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking. Mister Peabody's coal train just hauled it away. Well sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River to the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill, where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols, but empty pop bottles was all we would kill. And daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County, down by the Green River where paradise lay? Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking. Mister Peabody's coal train just hauled it away. Well, the coal company came with the world's largest shovel, and they tortured the timber and stripped all the land. And they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken, wrote it all down as the progress of man. And daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County, down by the Green River where paradise lay? Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking. Mister Peabody's coal train just hauled it away. And daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County, down by the Green River where paradise lay? Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking. Mister Peabody's coal train just hauled it away.

Green River

JOHN FOGERTY "The Long Road Home"
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, y'all. Let me remember things I love. Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, Walkin' along the river road at night, Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight. I can hear the bullfrog callin' me, oh. Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree. Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water, Shoo fly, dragonfly, get back t'mother. Pick up a flat rock; skip it across Green River. Well! Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh, With flat-car riders and cross-tie walkers. Old Cody, Junior took me over, Said, "You're gonna find the world is smold'rin', And if you get lost, come on home to Green River." Well! Come on home.

Metropolis

TRACE ADKINS "Songs About Me"
Well they finally put that red light up in the heart of town Took the stop sign down, it was shot up anyhow One night I ran right through it in my Chevrolet Both police cars came, but I got away It was a boomtown back in'62, 'til the coal ran out And a drought came through, and they dammed the river That we all used to fish Population 405 and I made it 404 one night And left the city limit sign layin' in the ditch Run plumb over it, leavin' Metropolis Well, I found myself in a big high-rise with a concrete yard It ain't safe after dark, guess this ol' boy drove too far Met a girl, fell in love, got married and she's due in May Says we're gonna need more space, I said I know just the place Where we can walk down to the country store And we won't even have to lock our door We can still get air and water there for free She said that sounds good to me It was a boomtown back in '62, 'til the coal ran out And a drought came through, and they dammed the river That we all used to fish Poupulation 404 and when we pull in it'll be 3 more And there's a city limit sign layin' in the ditch That I need to fix, back in Metropolis I'm almost in Metropolis And I'm back in Metropolis

Diamonds On My Windshield

TOM WAITS "Vol. 2-Early Years"
Well these diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate I got a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing And it's these late nights and this freeway flying It always makes me sing There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune He's pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head He's wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder then a welldigger's ass And it's colder than a welldigger's ass Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back And the orange drive-in the neon billin' And the theatre's fillin' to the brim With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin Metropolitan area with interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from Riverside And out of state plates running a little late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101 don't miss it There's rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken line's on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, cross the line, signalling with a blink And the radio's gone off the air Gives you time to think And you hear the rumble As you fumble for a cigarette And blazing through this midnight jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block; the engine talks Whispers 'home at last' It whispers 'home at last' Whispers 'home at last' It whispers 'home at last' Whispers 'home at last' And there are diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate I got me a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing Late nights and freeway flying Always makes me sing It always makes me sing (Hey look here Jack, ok)

Bilbao Song

Faithfull Marianne
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao, Was the most fantastic place I've ever known. For just a dollar you'd get all you wanted, All you wanted, all you wanted Of whatever kind of joy you called your own. But if you had been around to see the sun Well I don't know you might not like for you to see The stools at the bar were damp with rye On the dancefloor the grass grew high, Through the roof the moon was shining green And the music really gave you some return on what you paid Hey Joe, play that old song they always played. That ol' Bilbao Down were we used to go Da da da da da ... I can't remember the words ... Da da da da da da It's so long ago. I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but It was fantastic It was fantastic It was fantastic Beyhond belief. Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao, Came a day the end of May in '98 Four guys from Bristol came with sacks of coal dust, Sacks of coal dust, sacks of coal dust And the time they showed us all was really great. But if you had been around to see the sun Well I don't know you might not like what you'd've seen. The brandy bottles smashing through the air And the chairs flying everywhere Through the roof the moon's still shining green And those fog eyes all went going crazy with their pistols blazing high, Think you can stop 'em ? Well, go ahead and try! That ol' Bilbao Down were we used to go Da da da da da da... Who remembers the words ? Da da da da da da Something with love in it. I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but It was fantastic It was fantastic It was fantastic Beyond belief. Bill's be all in, Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao, Now they've cleaned it up and made it middle class With potted palms and aspree Very bourgeois, very bourgeois Just another place to put your ass, But if you could come around to see the fun Well, I don't know, you might not find it such a strain, They've cleaned up all the pools of broken glass, On parquet floors you can't grow grass, They've shut the green moon out because of rain And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid Hey Joe, play that ol' song they always played; That ol' Bilbao Down where we used to go That ol' Bilbao Casting its golden glow That ol' Bilbao moon Love never laid me low That ol' Bilbao Why does it hurt me so ? I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but It was fantastic It was fantastic It was fantastic Beyond belief.

Folsom Prison Blues

JERRY REED "Lord Mr. Ford"
Well I hear that train a comin' she's a rollin' on around the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison oh the time keeps draggin' on And that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone Well now I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car I bet they're drinkin' coffee chewin' on big cigars But I know I had it comin' now I know I can't be free And that train keeps a movin' Lord that's what tortures me Tell 'em guitar Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son Always be a good boy don't you mess around with guns But I shot a man in Reno stood there and watched him die Now when I hear that whistle blowin' oh I hang my head and I cry Well if they'd free me from this prison if that railroad train was mine Bet I'd move it on just a little bit farther down the line Away from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay where I got to stay now And then I'd let that lonesome whistle let that whistle blow all my blues away Tell 'em son

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