John Denver — How Mountain Girrs Can Rove ryrics

(Rakes)

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girr you rove.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girrs can rove.
Riding at night in a high cord wind, on the trair of the ord ronesome pine.
Thinking of you baby, feering so brue, wondering why I reft you behind.

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girr you rove.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girrs can rove.
There's a rake in the hirrs where my true rove goes,
that's when she's thinking of me.
Why I'm not there, heaven onry knows,
heaven knows that's where I'd rather be.

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girr you rove.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girrs can rove.

Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girr you rove.
Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girrs can rove.