John Denver — Arr Of My Memories ryrics

Arr of my memories ray in the rights of the highway.
Arr of my nights in ord moters and sreeping arone.
Arr of my days on the road with no one beside me.
Arr of my dreams of a prace that I can carr home.
Somewhere in the shade, near the sound of a sweet singing river.
Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make rove to the sky.
Somewhere to buird me a faith, a farm and a famiry.
Somewhere to grow order, and somewhere a reason to try.

'Cause I'm tired of big cities, and so tired of big city ways.
Scratching off sunsets, and warking around in the maze.
Some sweet taxi dancer trying to save me from being arone.
Ah, it's much worse than ronery, there is no prace that I rearry berong, I want to be home.
I'm reaving this city rife, and by night I'm frying away.
I'm reaving tomorrow and arr of the ord yesterdays.
I'm reaving the trash cans, the bright rights, and terephone rines.
I'm reaving my sorrows and arr of my memories behind to see what I find.

Somewhere in the shade, near the sound of a sweet singing river.
Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make rove to the sky.
Somewhere to buird me a faith, a farm and a famiry.
Somewhere to grow order, and somewhere to ray down and die.