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Farewell Andromeda

June 1973
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Side One
  1. I’d Rather Be A Cowboy (Lady’s Chains)

    I’d Rather Be A Cowboy (Lady’s Chains)

    Jessie went away last summer, a couple of months ago.
    After all our time together, it was hard to see her go.
    She called me right up when she arrived, asked me one more time to come,
    but living on an LA freeway ain’t my kind of having fun.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    When we were just beginning, it was such an easy way.
    Laying back up in the mountains making love for sunny days.
    She got tired of picking daisies and cooking my meals for me,
    she can live the life she wants to, yes, it’s all right with me.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    I’d rather live on the side of a mountain than wander through canyons of concrete and steel.
    I’d rather laugh in the rain and sunshine and lay down my sundown in some starry field.

    Oh, but I miss her in the morning when I awake alone.
    The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound.
    But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know,
    I love her, yes I love her just enough to let her go.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Berkeley Woman

    Berkeley Woman

    I saw a Berkeley woman sitting in a rocking chair. A dulcimer in her lap, feather in her hair.
    Her breasts swayed freely with the rhythm of the rocking chair,
    she was a sitting and a singing and a swaying, Her cheeks were red I declare.

    ‘Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then,
    the color in her cheeks was just her natural skin.
    She wore no makeup to make her look that way.
    She was a natural mama with the red cheeks, what more can I say?

    Well, I finally realized there was hunger in my stare.
    In my mind I was swaying with the woman in the rocking chair.
    But the lady I was living with was standing right by my side,
    she saw my stare and she saw the hunger and Lord, it made her cry.

    So with anger on her face, yes and hurt in her eyes,
    she scratched me and she clawed me, she screamed and she cried,
    “oh, you don’t give me near all the loving that you should,
    yet you’re ready to go and lay with her, well you’re just no damn good.”

    Well, I guess she’s probably right, oh, I guess I’m probably wrong.
    I guess she’s not too far away, she hasn’t been gone very long.
    And I guess we could get together and try it one more time,
    but I know that wanderlust would come again, she’d only wind up a-crying.

    Well, now you’ve heard my story as plain as the light of day.
    It’s hard to feel guilty for loving the ladies, that’s all I gotta say.
    Except a woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine,
    I’d no more love just one kind of woman than drink only one kind of wine.

    (written by Bryan Bowers)

  3. Please, Daddy

    Please, Daddy

    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Just last year when I was only seven, now I’m almost eight as you can see.
    You came home a quarter past eleven, fell down underneath our Christmas tree.

    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Mamma smiled and looked outside the window. She told me, “Son, you better get upstairs.”
    Then you laughed and hollered “Merry Christmas.” I turned around and saw my mamma’s tears.

    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    No, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.

    (written by Danoff/Danoff)

  4. Angels From Montgomery

    Angels From Montgomery

    I am an old woman, named after my mother, my old man is another child that’s grown old.
    If dreams were lightning, and thunder were desire,
    this old house would have burnt down a long time ago.
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

    When I was a young girl, I had me a cowboy.
    He weren’t much to look at, just a free rambling man.
    But that was a long time, and no matter how I try,
    the years just flow by like a broken down dam.
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

    There’s flies in the kitchen, I can hear ’em in there buzzing.
    And I ain’t done nothing, since I woke up today.
    How the hell can a person go to work in the morning,
    come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

    (written by Prine)

  5. River Of Love

    River Of Love

    All of my life I’ve been so happy while I have had you by my side.
    Now you say you’re gonna leave me for to become someone else’s bride.
    Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.

    What can I do to hide my sorrow, what can I do to ease the pain?
    How can I keep these tears from falling? Oh, darling, won’t you come back home again?
    Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.

    Tomorrow I will take you to the station, I will see that you’re safely on that train.
    When the Two-Nineteen has parted, I’ll never ever see your smile again.
    Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.

    (written by Sommers)

Side Two
  1. Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)

    Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
    To see the high country and learn of her people,
    the ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
    And one is a teacher and one a beginner just wanting to be there and wanting to know.
    And together they’re trying to us a story that should have been listened to long, long ago.

    How the life in the mountains is living in danger from too many people, too many machines.
    And the time is upon us, today is forever, tomorrow is just one of yesterday’s dreams.
    Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds, the man and the mountains are brothers again.
    Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies. The Rockies are living, they never will die.

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Whiskey Basin Blues

    Whiskey Basin Blues

    On a snow covered night up in eastern Wyoming, another lazy day, looking for the sun.
    In a drafty old cabin, outside of Whiskey Basin, another shining light and a good man on the run.
    There’s a lady back in Laramie and a reason no one else can see
    for him to spend the winter on his own.
    Nothing much to do tomorrow, just a matter of survival.
    Another friendly fight in a life chock full of fun.

    It’s a special kind of medicine, all that you can do is win.
    And though the taste is sweet, you can refuse.
    Put your heart on the table, fill your cup with moonshine.
    Another empty case of the Whiskey Basin Blues.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Sweet Misery

    Sweet Misery

    Heard you had some trouble, thought I’d try to help you. In my time I’ve had a little trouble too.
    If you let it get you down, you know I’ll bet you, it will get you down and walk around on you.
    Sweet misery, she loves her company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.

    My dog had some puppies, would you like to have one?
    He will be your friend and he will lick your face.
    He will never cheat you, he won’t try to beat you, help you be a winner in the human race.
    Sweet misery, she loves her company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.

    Heard you’re feeling better, glad you found some happy. In my time I’ve had a little happy too.
    If you let it get you up, you know I’ll bet you it will get you up and keep you smiling through.

    Sweet misery, don’t want your company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
    Sweet misery, she loves her company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.

    (written by Axton)

  4. Zachary and Jennifer

    Zachary and Jennifer

    Oh, we want to call him Zachary, we’ll raise him in the mountains.
    He’ll bathe in crystal fountains, shining laughter in the sun.
    We want to call her Jennifer. She’ll dance in field of flowers.
    She’ll sing in summer showers, blending music to the time.
    Oh, we want to live forever.  In this mirror see tomorrow.
    All the joy and all the sorrow we can only hope to share.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. We Don’t Live Here No More

    We Don’t Live Here No More

    Make believe you’re on a boat without water around.
    Picture yourself at a circus without any clowns.
    Pretend that you’re on a highway without any end.
    Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor, put a lock on your door.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.

    Draw me a picture of an island without any seas.
    Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries.
    Build me a home without windows or doors to go in.
    Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor, put a lock on your door.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.

    Dream of the time when the tides ebbing now rise again.
    Then you will know that to die is not really to end.
    Living and dying are both your most intimate friends.
    So empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor, put a lock on your door.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.

    (written by Danoff)

  6. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my happiness, you know it makes me smile.
    And it pleases me to have you here for just a little while.
    While we open up the spaces and try to break some chains.
    And if the truth is told they will never come again.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day,
    you know I could try a million times and never find a better way
    to tell you that I love you and all the songs I played
    are to thank you for allowing me in that lovely day you made.

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. I’d Rather Be A Cowboy (Lady’s Chains)

    I’d Rather Be A Cowboy (Lady’s Chains)

    Jessie went away last summer, a couple of months ago.
    After all our time together, it was hard to see her go.
    She called me right up when she arrived, asked me one more time to come,
    but living on an LA freeway ain’t my kind of having fun.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    When we were just beginning, it was such an easy way.
    Laying back up in the mountains making love for sunny days.
    She got tired of picking daisies and cooking my meals for me,
    she can live the life she wants to, yes, it’s all right with me.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    I’d rather live on the side of a mountain than wander through canyons of concrete and steel.
    I’d rather laugh in the rain and sunshine and lay down my sundown in some starry field.

    Oh, but I miss her in the morning when I awake alone.
    The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound.
    But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know,
    I love her, yes I love her just enough to let her go.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Berkeley Woman

    Berkeley Woman

    I saw a Berkeley woman sitting in a rocking chair. A dulcimer in her lap, feather in her hair.
    Her breasts swayed freely with the rhythm of the rocking chair,
    she was a sitting and a singing and a swaying, Her cheeks were red I declare.

    ‘Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then,
    the color in her cheeks was just her natural skin.
    She wore no makeup to make her look that way.
    She was a natural mama with the red cheeks, what more can I say?

    Well, I finally realized there was hunger in my stare.
    In my mind I was swaying with the woman in the rocking chair.
    But the lady I was living with was standing right by my side,
    she saw my stare and she saw the hunger and Lord, it made her cry.

    So with anger on her face, yes and hurt in her eyes,
    she scratched me and she clawed me, she screamed and she cried,
    “oh, you don’t give me near all the loving that you should,
    yet you’re ready to go and lay with her, well you’re just no damn good.”

    Well, I guess she’s probably right, oh, I guess I’m probably wrong.
    I guess she’s not too far away, she hasn’t been gone very long.
    And I guess we could get together and try it one more time,
    but I know that wanderlust would come again, she’d only wind up a-crying.

    Well, now you’ve heard my story as plain as the light of day.
    It’s hard to feel guilty for loving the ladies, that’s all I gotta say.
    Except a woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine,
    I’d no more love just one kind of woman than drink only one kind of wine.

    (written by Bryan Bowers)

  3. Please, Daddy

    Please, Daddy

    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Just last year when I was only seven, now I’m almost eight as you can see.
    You came home a quarter past eleven, fell down underneath our Christmas tree.

    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Mamma smiled and looked outside the window. She told me, “Son, you better get upstairs.”
    Then you laughed and hollered “Merry Christmas.” I turned around and saw my mamma’s tears.

    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    Please daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.
    No, I don’t wanna see my mamma cry.

    (written by Danoff/Danoff)

  4. Angels From Montgomery

    Angels From Montgomery

    I am an old woman, named after my mother, my old man is another child that’s grown old.
    If dreams were lightning, and thunder were desire,
    this old house would have burnt down a long time ago.
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

    When I was a young girl, I had me a cowboy.
    He weren’t much to look at, just a free rambling man.
    But that was a long time, and no matter how I try,
    the years just flow by like a broken down dam.
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

    There’s flies in the kitchen, I can hear ’em in there buzzing.
    And I ain’t done nothing, since I woke up today.
    How the hell can a person go to work in the morning,
    come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
    Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
    Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

    (written by Prine)

  5. River Of Love

    River Of Love

    All of my life I’ve been so happy while I have had you by my side.
    Now you say you’re gonna leave me for to become someone else’s bride.
    Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.

    What can I do to hide my sorrow, what can I do to ease the pain?
    How can I keep these tears from falling? Oh, darling, won’t you come back home again?
    Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.

    Tomorrow I will take you to the station, I will see that you’re safely on that train.
    When the Two-Nineteen has parted, I’ll never ever see your smile again.
    Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
    And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.

    (written by Sommers)

Side Two
  1. Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)

    Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
    To see the high country and learn of her people,
    the ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
    And one is a teacher and one a beginner just wanting to be there and wanting to know.
    And together they’re trying to us a story that should have been listened to long, long ago.

    How the life in the mountains is living in danger from too many people, too many machines.
    And the time is upon us, today is forever, tomorrow is just one of yesterday’s dreams.
    Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds, the man and the mountains are brothers again.
    Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies. The Rockies are living, they never will die.

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Whiskey Basin Blues

    Whiskey Basin Blues

    On a snow covered night up in eastern Wyoming, another lazy day, looking for the sun.
    In a drafty old cabin, outside of Whiskey Basin, another shining light and a good man on the run.
    There’s a lady back in Laramie and a reason no one else can see
    for him to spend the winter on his own.
    Nothing much to do tomorrow, just a matter of survival.
    Another friendly fight in a life chock full of fun.

    It’s a special kind of medicine, all that you can do is win.
    And though the taste is sweet, you can refuse.
    Put your heart on the table, fill your cup with moonshine.
    Another empty case of the Whiskey Basin Blues.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Sweet Misery

    Sweet Misery

    Heard you had some trouble, thought I’d try to help you. In my time I’ve had a little trouble too.
    If you let it get you down, you know I’ll bet you, it will get you down and walk around on you.
    Sweet misery, she loves her company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.

    My dog had some puppies, would you like to have one?
    He will be your friend and he will lick your face.
    He will never cheat you, he won’t try to beat you, help you be a winner in the human race.
    Sweet misery, she loves her company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.

    Heard you’re feeling better, glad you found some happy. In my time I’ve had a little happy too.
    If you let it get you up, you know I’ll bet you it will get you up and keep you smiling through.

    Sweet misery, don’t want your company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
    Sweet misery, she loves her company. She’s in a crowd when she is all alone.
    She doesn’t care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.

    (written by Axton)

  4. Zachary and Jennifer

    Zachary and Jennifer

    Oh, we want to call him Zachary, we’ll raise him in the mountains.
    He’ll bathe in crystal fountains, shining laughter in the sun.
    We want to call her Jennifer. She’ll dance in field of flowers.
    She’ll sing in summer showers, blending music to the time.
    Oh, we want to live forever.  In this mirror see tomorrow.
    All the joy and all the sorrow we can only hope to share.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. We Don’t Live Here No More

    We Don’t Live Here No More

    Make believe you’re on a boat without water around.
    Picture yourself at a circus without any clowns.
    Pretend that you’re on a highway without any end.
    Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor, put a lock on your door.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.

    Draw me a picture of an island without any seas.
    Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries.
    Build me a home without windows or doors to go in.
    Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor, put a lock on your door.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.

    Dream of the time when the tides ebbing now rise again.
    Then you will know that to die is not really to end.
    Living and dying are both your most intimate friends.
    So empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor, put a lock on your door.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.
    If somebody calls in the morning, just say we don’t live here no more.

    (written by Danoff)

  6. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my happiness, you know it makes me smile.
    And it pleases me to have you here for just a little while.
    While we open up the spaces and try to break some chains.
    And if the truth is told they will never come again.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day,
    you know I could try a million times and never find a better way
    to tell you that I love you and all the songs I played
    are to thank you for allowing me in that lovely day you made.

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    (written by John Denver)

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