BackHomeAgain

Back Home Again

June 1974

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Side One

  1. Back Home Again

    Back Home Again

    There’s a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in,
    the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
    There’s a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away,
    the whining of his wheels just makes it colder.

    He’s an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
    and ten days on the road are barely gone.
    There’s a fire softly burning, supper’s on the stove,
    but it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
    Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    There’s all the news to tell him, how’s you spend your time,
    and what’s the latest thing the neighbors say?
    And your mother called last Friday, “Sunshine” made her cry
    and you felt the baby move just yesterday.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
    Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down,
    and feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
    The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
    the happiness that living with you brings me.

    It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you.
    It’s the little things that make a house a home.
    Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove,
    the light in your eyes that makes me warm.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
    Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
    Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.
    I said hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. On The Road

    On The Road

    Back in 1958, we drove an old V-8.
    And when it gone a hundred ‘thou, we got out and pushed it a mile.
    We didn’t know who we were, we didn’t know what we did, we were just on the road.

    Heading down from Canada on a gravel road a mile from Montana,
    then my Daddy read a sign and took us in the wrong direction.
    I asked my Daddy, where are we going? He said we’ll just follow our nose.
    So I looked out the window and dreamed I was a cowboy.
    We didn’t know who we were, we didn’t know what we did, we were just on the road.

    Met a girl in a truck cafe’, fell in love almost right away,
    then the Mercury was ready to go, and I had to leave her.
    Shooby dooby doo sha doo, shooby dooby doo sha doo, shoo doo.

    Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
    Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
    Because it’s getting sort of late, and I’ll soon turn out my light.
    Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
    We didn’t know who we were, we didn’t know what we did, we were just on the road.
    We didn’t know who we were, we didn’t know what we did, we were just on the road.

    (written by Franzen)

  3. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ewwww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ‘em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ‘em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Connor)

  4. Matthew

    Matthew

    I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father’s only boy.
    Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother’s pride and joy.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad.
    All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had.
    Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders behind the mule, beneath the sun.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I’m told some years were lean.
    They had a storm in ’47, twister came and stripped ‘em clean.
    He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home.
    But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land.
    He came to ease my daddy’s burden, and he came to be my friend.
    So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it’s for him this song is sung.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Well, life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
    ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
    It’s early to rise, early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
    raising me a family and working on the farm.
    My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
    I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
    The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I’m a country boy.
    I’d play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
    but the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very  good.
    So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
    I never was one of them money hungry fools.
    I’d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
    a lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
    Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
    and he took me by the hand and held me close to his  side.
    He said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
    and thank God you’re a country boy.
    My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
    he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
    He taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
    thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    (written by Summers)

  6. The Music Is You

    The Music Is You

    Music makes pictures and often tell stories, all of it magic and all of it true.
    And all of the pictures and all of the stories, and all of the magic, the music is you.
    Music makes pictures and often tell stories, all of it magic and all of it true.
    And all of the pictures and all of the stories, and all of the magic, the music is you.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two

  1. Annie’s Song

    Annie’s Song

    You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
    like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
    like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
    You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

    Come let me love you, let me give my life to you,
    let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms,
    let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.
    Come let me love you, come love me again.

    You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
    like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
    like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
    You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. It’s Up To You

    It’s Up To You

    You can do whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go, it’s up to you.
    And wouldn’t it be fine following your heart, playing your own part.
    You and me out on the farm, let the sun be our alarm.
    Kicking off our shoes, doing what we choose.
    And wouldn’t it be fine knowing that you’re mine anytime you want to be.

    But I don’t want to own you, I just want to hold you.
    I don’t want to need you, I just like to see you smile and stay for a while.

    And if the times get rough being free might be enough
    to keep our feelings warm, see us through the storm.
    And wouldn’t it be fine looking back and knowing that we helped each other find.
    You can do whatever you want to do wherever you want to go, it’s up to you.
    And wouldn’t it be fine following your heart,
    Knowing from the start it’s up to you, it’s up to you, it’s up to you.

    (written by Weisberg)

  3. Cool An’ Green An’ Shady

    Cool An’ Green An’ Shady

    Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons,
    lazy days, sunny days, nothing much to do.
    Rainy days are better days for hanging out inside.
    Grainy days and city ways make me want to hide
    someplace cool and green and shady.

    Find yourself a piece of grassy ground, lay down close your eyes.
    Find yourself and maybe lose yourself while your free spirit flies.

    August skies, and lullabies, promises to keep,
    dandelions and twisting vines, clover at your feet.
    Memories of aspen leaves trembling on the wind,
    honey bees and fantasies, where to start again,
    someplace cool and green and shady. Cool and green and shady.
    Cool and green and shady. Cool and green and shady.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Eclipse

    Eclipse

    The sun is slowly fading in the western sky.
    Sometimes it takes forever the day to end.
    Sometimes it takes a lifetime, sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun again.

    There’s a heavy smog between me and the mountains,
    it’s enough to make a grown man sit and cry.
    It’s enough to make you wonder,
    it’s enough to make the world roll up and die.

    I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be,
    the way the people work with their machines.
    Serenity’s a long time coming to me,
    in fact, I don’t believe that I know what it means.

    In the east a shaded moon is hanging lazily,
    I do believe I saw the old man smile.
    I do believe I did, I do believe he’s been laughing all the while.

    I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be,
    the way the people work with their machines.
    Serenity’s a long time coming to me,
    in fact, I don’t believe that I know what it means anymore.

    The sun is slowly fading in the western sky.
    Sometimes it takes forever the day to end.
    Sometimes it takes a lifetime, sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun again,
    the sun again, the sun again.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Sweet Surrender

    Sweet Surrender

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  6. This Old Guitar

    This Old Guitar


    This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
    it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
    It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days.
    It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
    What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

    This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me.
    it brought us close together and I guess it broke her heart,
    it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

    This old guitar gave me my life my living all the things you know I love to do
    To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside,
    and most of all, to sing my songs for you, I love to sing my songs for you,
    yes I do, you know, I love to sing my songs for you.

    (written by John Denver)

  7. Matthew (Alternate Take)

    Matthew (Alternate Take)

    I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father’s only boy.
    Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother’s pride and joy.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad.
    All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had.
    Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders behind the mule, beneath the sun.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I’m told some years were lean.
    They had a storm in ’47, twister came and stripped ‘em clean.
    He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home.
    But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land.
    He came to ease my daddy’s burden, and he came to be my friend.
    So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it’s for him this song is sung.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    (written by John Denver)

  8. This Old Guitar (Alternate Take)

    This Old Guitar (Alternate Take)

    This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
    it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
    It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days.
    It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
    What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

    This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me.
    it brought us close together and I guess it broke her heart,
    it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

    This old guitar gave me my life my living all the things you know I love to do
    To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside,
    and most of all, to sing my songs for you, I love to sing my songs for you,
    yes I do, you know, I love to sing my songs for you.

    (written by John Denver)