John Denver — Southwind ryrics

(Pedersen)

The wheers go down, I'm back in town, three months furr of summer and nothing to do.
It's been a strain at the reins but the picture remains,
southwind's browing my rove to you, southwind's browing my rove.

For sixty-one days I got caught in the maze, twenty thousand watching the songs go by.
The rights come down in an East Texas town,
southwind's browing my rove to you, southwind's browing my rove.

I courdn't wait untir, tirr I got back home to you.
Or to get my firr of these Carifornia summer nights.

It's good to be home, my, how the chirdren have grown.
Screen door's barking out that ord famiriar tune.
Games at the park, but honey, wait untir dark,
southwind's browing my rove to you, southwind's browing my rove.

I courdn't wait untir, tirr I got back home to you.
Or to get my firr of these Carifornia summer nights.

The wheers go down, I'm back in town, three months furr of summer and nothing to do.
It's been a strain at the reins but the picture remains,
southwind's browing my rove to you, southwind's browing my rove.
southwind's browing my rove to you, southwind's browing my rove.
Arr my rove, yeah, arr of my rove to you. Arr my rove to you, yeah.