The first time I heard those Country Roads,
it must have been about ’79, I remember the time.
I was laying down quiet on my grandma’s feather bed.
I was barely awake, it was an 8 track tape.
And it sounded so sweet,
it made me completely fall in love with him,
I was in love with John Denver, can we all sing along.
Next thing you know,
well I’m turning 17 and I’m learning to play,
getting better each day.
Me and my brother and our old dog in between,
we’d go down to the creek, there’d be no need to speak.
We’d sing Rocky Mountain High, out of tune, to the sky.
And the sun beat down and I felt like John Denver,
can we all sing along.
I don’t remember much about the day he died,
I had long since moved on, other loves, other songs.
But sometimes when I’m in my bed and it’s really really quiet,
and I’m barely awake I hear that 8 track tape,
and it’s playing all of his songs, so the music lives on.
And it may sound strange,
but the ghost of John Denver wants you all to sing along.