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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 som...

He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he'd never been before. He left yesterday behind him you might say he was born again, might say he found a key for every door. When he first came to the mountains His life was far away on the road and hanging by a song. But the strings already broken and he doesn't really care, it keeps changing fast, and it don't last for long. It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullabye. Rocky Mountain High, ...in Colorado.... Rocky Mountain High. He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below, saw everything as far as you can see. And they say that he got crazy once and that he tried to touch the sun, and he lost a friend, but kept the memory. Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream, seeking grace in every step he takes, his sight is turned inside himself, to try and under...

Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, Older than the trees, Younger than the mountains, Growing like a breeze. Country roads, take me home. To the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain mama. Take me home, country roads. All my memories gathered round her, Miners lady, stranger to blue water, Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, Misty taste of moonshine, Teardrops in my eye. Country roads, take me home. To the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain mama. Take me home, country roads. I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away, And driving down the road I get a feeling, That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Country roads, take me home. To the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain mama. Take me home, country roads. Country roads, take me home. To the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain mama. Take me home, country roads...

I guess growing isn't hard to do, just stand against the wall Once I was just two feet high Today I'm six feet tall But knowing who to listen to, is something else again Words just whistle around my head like seasons in the wind All across the water the clouds are sailing they won't let me look at the sky All I want to do is try to find myself Come and let me look in your eyes In searching for the way to go I've followed all the rules The way they say to choose between the wise men and the fools I listened to the words they say I read what I should read I do whatever's right to do Try to be what I should be Someone let me in I think the sky is falling Seems I've gotten lost on my way All I want to do is try to find myself Come and let me look in your eyes But wisdom isn't underground, nor on a mountainside Where am I to take myself, there's no place here to hide Where can I hide All across the universe the stars are...