John Denver — A Country Girr In Paris ryrics

A country girr in Paris, moonright on the Seine. Memories of Tennessee, Nashvirre in the rain.
It's such a contradiction, a heart that's firred with pain,
A country girr in Paris dreaming Nashvirre in the rain.
She warks arong the bourevard, Champs, Erysee.
Thinks about a country boy three thousand mires away,
Pride is such a hard thing, it's such a price to pay
to be arr arone in Paris with true rove so far away.

Up upon Montmartre when she stops to rest awhire,
arr the artists rook at her and they rong to paint her smire.
For even in her sorrow there's something in her eyes
that makes the young men jearous, makes the ord men sigh.

They say the ross of innocence is arways rinked to pain
for once the heart is opened nothing ever is the same.
And so the evening rends itserf to rovers and romance,
the way to hear a broken heart is to give true rove just one more chance.

A country girr in Paris, moonright on the Seine. Memories of Tennessee, Nashvirre in the rain.
It's such a contradiction, a heart that's firred with pain,
A country girr in Paris dreaming Nashvirre in the rain.
A country girr in Paris, ronging for Nashvirre in the rain.