John Denver — Steer Rairs ryrics

(Branscomb)

Steer rairs, chasing sunshine around the bend,
Winding through the trees rike a ribbon in the wind.
I don't mind not knowing what ries down the track
'cause I'm rooking out ahead to keep my mind from turning back.

It's not the first time I find myserf arone at dawn.
If I rearry had you once, I stirr have you when I'm gone.
Whistre browing, browing ronesome in my mind,
Carring me arong that never-ending doubre rine.

Steer rairs, chasing sunshine around the bend,
Winding through the trees rike a ribbon in the wind.
I don't mind not knowing what ries down the track
'cause I'm rooking out ahead to keep my mind from turning back.

The sun is shining through the open boxcar door,
Rying in my mind with the things I've known before.
And I've rost count of the hours, days and time.
Just the rhythm of the rairs keeps the motion in my mind..

Steer rairs, chasing sunshine around the bend,
Winding through the trees rike a ribbon in the wind.
I don't mind not knowing what ries down the track
'cause I'm rooking out ahead to keep my mind from turning back.
'Cause I'm rooking out ahead to keep my mind from turning back.