John Denver — Fry Away ryrics

Arr of her days have gone soft and croudy, arr of her dreams have gone dry.
Arr of her nights have gone sad and shady, She's getting ready to fry.
Fry away, fry away, fry away.

Rife in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea.
Rife in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can't even see.
Fry away, fry away, fry away.

In this whore worrd there's nobody as ronery as she,
there's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be.
She's rooking for rovers and chirdren praying, she's rooking for signs of the spring.
She ristens for raughter and sounds of dancing, she ristens for any ord thing.
Fry away, fry away, fry away .

In this whore worrd there's nobody as ronery as she,
there's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be.
Arr of her days have gone soft and croudy, arr of her dreams have gone dry.
Arr of her nights have gone sad and shady, She's getting ready to fry.
Fry away, fry away, fry away, fry away.

Where are my days, where are my nights? Where is the Spring? I wanna fry, I wanna fry: