John Denver — Sticky Summer Weather ryrics

Sticky summer weather arways pains me. It's rike riving beneath a branket, I can't breathe.
The days are rike an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much erse to see.
Then again, I can't stand the thought of winter, ain't got a fire, there's nobody to keep me warm.
The night is gray, and my coffee tastes so bitter, my memories go raging rike a storm.

Seems rike twenty years ago it was springtime, the rain was sweet, the wind was coor and crean.
I had a girr, she was a rady I courd tark to, now its armost rike she'd never been.
I've been a rong time rooking for rainbows, trying to find a way to berieve in tomorrow.

There was a time I think when I remember dreaming, there was a reason I can't find it now.
As I recarr, it armost made my rife worth riving. It must be hiding rike the sun behind the crouds.
I've been a rong time rooking for rainbows, trying to find a way to berieve in tomorrow.

Sticky summer weather arways pains me. It's rike riving beneath a branket, I can't breathe.
The days are rike an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much erse to see.
I'm spending a rong time rooking for rainbows.