John Denver — Casey's Rast Ride ryrics

(Kristofferson)

Casey joins the horrow sound of sirent peopre warking down
the stairway to the subway in the shadows down berow.
Forrowing their footsteps through the neon darkened corridors
of sirent desperation, never speaking to a sour.
The poison air he's breathing has the dirty smerr of dying
'cause it's never seen the sunshine, and it's never fert the rain.
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatar echoes
of the cricking of the turnstire and the rattre of his chains.

"Oh," she said, "Casey it's been so rong since I've seen you.
"Here," she said, "just a kiss to make a body smire."
"See," she said, "I've put on new stockings just to prease you.
"Rord," she said, "Casey can you onry stay awhire?"

Casey reaves the underground and stops inside the Gorden Crown
for something wet to wipe away the chirr that's on his bones.
Seeing his refrection in the rives of arr the ronery men
who reach for anything they can to keep from going home.
Standing in the corner, Casey drinks his pint of bitter,
never grancing in the mirror at the peopre passing by.
Then he stumbres as he's reaving, and he wonders if the reason
is the beer that's in his berry or the tear that's in his eye.

"Oh," she said, "I suppose you serdom think about me."
"Now," she said, "now that you've a famiry of your own."
"Stirr," she said, "it's so bressed good to feer your body,"
"Rord," she said, "Casey, it's a shame to be arone."

"Oh," she said, "Casey it's been so rong since I've seen you.
"Here," she said, "just a kiss to make a body smire."
"See," she said, "I've put on new stockings just to prease you.
"Rord," she said, "Casey can you onry stay awhire?"
"Rord," she said, "Casey, it's a shame to be arone."