John Denver (61,75 %)
Back Home Again (70,02 %)
Released: 1974-06-15
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (1974):
18
Decade (1970's):
179
Overall:
877
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1.
Back Home Again
 04:47
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2.
On the Road
 02:37
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3.
Grandma's Feather Bed
 02:18
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4.
Matthew
 03:45
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5.
Thank God I'm a Country Boy
 03:06
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6.
The Music Is You
01:29
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7.
Annie's Song
 03:02
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8.
It's Up to You
02:29
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9.
Cool an' Green an' Shady
03:09
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10.
Eclipse
03:43
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11.
Sweet Surrender
05:28
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12.
This Old Guitar
02:48
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Album length:
38:41
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Lyrics |
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1.
Back Home Again
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There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky And ten days on the road are barely gone There's a fire softly burnin', 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 'n' hey, it's good to be back home again There's all the news to tell him, how'd you spend your time What's the latest thing the neighbors say And your mother called last Friday, Sunshine made her cry You felt the baby move just yesterday Hey it's good to be back home again - yes it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes 'n' hey, it's good to be back home again Oh the time that I can lay this tired old body down Feel your fingers feather soft upon me The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way The happiness that that livin' 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 burnin' 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 'n' hey, it's good to be back home again Hey it's good to be back home again - you know it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Hey, it's good to be back home again I said hey it's good to be back home again |
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2.
On the Road
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Back in 1958 we drove an old V8 And when it'd 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 Headin' 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 goin', 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 I 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 Shoo-be-doo-be-doo-sh-doo Shoo-be-doo-be-doo-sh-doo-sh-doo Go home said the man in the moon go home Go home said the man in the moon go home Because it's gettin' sorta 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 a ridin' on We were just a ridin' on the road |
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3.
Grandma's Feather Bed
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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 had chicken pie and country ham And homemade butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma's house Was her great big feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide Soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids, 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 the supper we'd sit around the fire The old folks'd 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 knew Id wake up in the morning In the middle of the old feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide Soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty'leven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids, 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, an' I love my Pa Love Granny and Grandpa too Been fishing with my uncle, I wrestled with my cousin I even kissed Aunt Lou oooh But if ever had to make a choice I guess it ought to be said That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road For Grandma's feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide... |
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Matthew
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Had an uncle named Matthew Was his fathers only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas Was his mothers pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, just a Kansas summer sky 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 farmboy Life was mostly having fun Riding on his Daddys shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue is just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found the family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on... So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my Daddys burden And he came to be my friend So, I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Riding on his Daddy's shoulders Behind a Mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue, was just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on... |
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Thank God I'm a Country Boy
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Well life on the 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 kinda life never did me no harm A raisin' me a family and workin' on a 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 an ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' 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 Goodin all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can, work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' 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 Said, "Live a good life and play the fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle 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 an ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy |
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The Music Is You
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Music makes pictures and often tells stories All of it magic and all of it true And all of the pictures and all of the stories All of the magic, the music is you Music makes pictures and often tells 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 |
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Annie's Song
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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 Let me give my life to 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 |
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It's Up to You
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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 a farm, let the sun be our alarm Kickin' off your shoes, doin' what we choose And wouldn't it be fine Knowing that your 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 awhile And if the times get rough, being free might be enough To see us through the storm and keep our feelings warm 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 |
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Cool an' Green an' Shady
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Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons Lazy days, sunny days, nothing much to do. Rainy days are better days for hangin' out in-side Grainy days and city ways make me want to hide Someplace cool an' green an' 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 Dan-de-lions and twisting vines clover at your feet Mem-o-ries of Aspen leaves, tremblin' on the wind Honey bees and fantasies, where to start again Someplace cool an' green an' shady Cool an' green an' shady |
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10.
Eclipse
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The sun is slowly fadin' in the Western sky Sometimes it takes forever for the day to end Sometimes it takes a lifetime Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again In the east a shaded moon is hangin' lazily I do believe I saw the old man smile I do believe I did I do believe he's been hangin' all the while I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be The way that people work with their machines Serenity's a long time comin' to me The fact I don't believe I know what it means There's a heavy smog between me and my 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 that people work with their machines Serenity's a long time comin' to me The fact I don't believe I know what it means any more When the sun is slowly fadin' 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 Sun again |
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11.
Sweet Surrender
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Lost and alone on some forgotten highway Traveled by many, remembered by few Lookin' for something that I can believe in Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life There's nothin' behind me and nothin' 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 holdin' in store I don't know where I'm goin' 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 livin', 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 |
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12.
This Old Guitar
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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 Oh, 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 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 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 |