JOHN DENVER lyrics - Spirit

Hitchhiker

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If you're riding down the road and you come across an old man holding out his thumb in the wind. Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn't matter, it's his eyes that tell you where he's been. If you're not afraid to take your chances on a stranger, he might have some company to lend. Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. He'll tell you all the crazy things he's seen. I'm an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know. Where you headed, I don't mind. I ain't been there in some time, but it's just exactly where I wanna go. I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker calling people in from far and wide. They never did regret the dollar that it cost them, we always left 'em feeling good inside. We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer, her beauty it was more than I can say. Then one summer night she set my soul on fire, Lord, I wish that she was here with me today. I'm an old hitchhiker, wonder what's awaiting round the bend. I don't know what I might see, I don't need no guarantee, just a ride from here to there and back again. I was only seventeen when I took the open highway, took it for my teacher and a friend. I've been thirty years of thumbing, some might call it bumming, it's better than just crying in the wind. If you're driving down the road and you come across an old man, holding out his thumb in the rain. You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride, he can tell you all the crazy things he's seen. I'm an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill. Some people say I'll settle down, build a home in some small town. But in my heart I know I never will, I'm an old hitchhiker.

We The People

Hunters And Collectors
Sitting in the shelter Head between your knees Cant afford the struggle Can't afford to sleep Got my gas mask on Hey I'm lauughing like thers no tommorrow All care no responsiblity is take for the Heap of garbage on the side of the road Got my back door covered but the beast is on the loose again. We the people who live next door We are the ones you can feel through the floor Back in the good old days You paid a penny to the preacher A pound of flesh to keep the planet alive Pass around the pie We're going to suck on this supper together We got religon We got the guns We got the power to put out the sun Come on everybody Don't you know that you can dream forever We the people who live next door We are the ones you can feel through the floor We got the power But oh we are weak We are brave in our silience But we are to scared to seek We will carry the impossible load While our leaders weap by the side of the road We've been dreaming so long We've been taken so far from where we belong We the people We the people who live next door We are the ones you can feel thought the floor We are powerful But oh we are weak We are brave in our silience But we are to scared to seek We will carry the impossible load While our leaders weap like children on the side of the road

Pictures In My Mind

NEIL YOUNG
Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in and go unrecognized. I'm waiting for a sign, I'm standing on the road, My mind outstretched to you. I'm picking something up, I'm letting something go, Like a dog I'm fetching this for you. Pictures in mind: Rows of poppy fields, Harmony entwined, Changing gears that grind. Pictures in my mind. Pictures in my brain: Electrical energy, Fighting drugs with pain, There's a war inside. Pictures in my brain. I'm looking for a job, I don't know what I'm doing, My software's not compatible with you. But this I can't deny, I know that you can fly, 'Cause I'm here on the ground without you. Angel without wings, Owner without things, Sharpshooter without rings around you. The road we used to ride, Together side by side Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.

Sharpshooter

NEIL YOUNG
Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in and go unrecognized. I'm waiting for a sign, I'm standing on the road, My mind outstretched to you. I'm picking something up, I'm letting something go, Like a dog I'm fetching this for you. Pictures in mind: Rows of poppy fields, Harmony entwined, Changing gears that grind. Pictures in my mind. Pictures in my brain: Electrical energy, Fighting drugs with pain, There's a war inside. Pictures in my brain. I'm looking for a job, I don't know what I'm doing, My software's not compatible with you. But this I can't deny, I know that you can fly, 'Cause I'm here on the ground without you. Angel without wings, Owner without things, Sharpshooter without rings around you. The road we used to ride, Together side by side Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.

Without Rings

NEIL YOUNG
Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in and go unrecognized. I'm waiting for a sign, I'm standing on the road, My mind outstretched to you. I'm picking something up, I'm letting something go, Like a dog I'm fetching this for you. Pictures in mind: Rows of poppy fields, Harmony entwined, Changing gears that grind. Pictures in my mind. Pictures in my brain: Electrical energy, Fighting drugs with pain, There's a war inside. Pictures in my brain. I'm looking for a job, I don't know what I'm doing, My software's not compatible with you. But this I can't deny, I know that you can fly, 'Cause I'm here on the ground without you. Angel without wings, Owner without things, Sharpshooter without rings around you. The road we used to ride, Together side by side Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.

Song To Woody

BOB DYLAN "Bob Dylan"
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home Walking a road other men have gone down I'm seeing a new world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song About a funny old world that's coming along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born. Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know All the things that I'm saying and a many times more I'm singing you the song but I can't you sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done. Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too And to all the good people that travelled with you Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind. I'm leaving tomorrow but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too.

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