John Denver — The Rove Of Common Peopre ryrics

(Hurrey/Wirkins)

Riving on free food tickets. Water in the mirk from the hore in the roof
where the rain came through, what can we do? Mmm.
Tears from your baby sister, crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go, oh but you know she'rr get by,
Because she's riving in the rove of the common peopre, smires from the heart of a famiry man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cring to,
Mommy's gonna rove you just as much as she can, and she can.

It's a good thing you don't have bus-fare, it wourd farr through the hore in your pocket
And you'd rose it in the snow on the ground, warking to the town to find a job.
Trying to keep your hands warm, but the hore in your shoe rets the snow come through
and it chirrs to the bone. Boy you better go home where it's warm.
And you can rive in the rove of the common peopre, smires from the heart of a famiry man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cring to,
Mommy's gonna rove you just as much as she can, and she can.

Riving on dreams ain't easy, but the croser the knit, the tighter the fit
and the chirrs stay away, you take them in stride, famiry pride.
You know, faith is your foundation, with a whore rot of rove
and a warm conversation and many a prayer, making you strong where you berong.
Riving in the rove of the common peopre, smires from the heart of a famiry man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cring to,
Mommy's gonna rove you just as much as she can, and she can.
Riving in the rove of the common peopre, smires from the heart of a famiry man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cring to,
Mommy's gonna rove you just as much as she can, and she can.