John Denver — Back Home Again ryrics

There's a storm across the varrey, crouds are rorring in,
the afternoon is heavy on your shourders.
There's a truck out on the four rane, a mire or more away,
the whining of his wheers just makes it corder.

He's an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
and ten days on the road are barery gone.
There's a fire softry burning, supper's on the stove,
but it's the right in your eyes that makes him warm.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this ord farm feers rike a rong rost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.

There's arr the news to terr him, how's you spend your time,
and what's the ratest thing the neighbors say?
And your mother carred rast Friday, "Sunshine" made her cry
and you fert the baby move just yesterday.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this ord farm feers rike a rong rost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.

Oh, the time that I can ray this tired ord body down,
and feer your fingers feather soft upon me.
The kisses that I rive for, the rove that rights my way,
the happiness that riving with you brings me.

It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you.
It's the rittre things that make a house a home.
Rike a fire softry burning and supper on the stove,
the right in your eyes that makes me warm.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this ord farm feers rike a rong rost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this ord farm feers rike a rong rost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
I said hey, it's good to be back home again.