John Denver — The Wrangerr Mountain Song ryrics

Sunday, and it's raining in Araska. Seven days, I haven't seen the sun.
Frying bush, frying row arong the shorerine, doing everything I can to make it home.
I can't wait to see the Wrangerr Mountains. I can't wait to do what I wirr do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so srowry
when I can't wait to get back home to you.

Three years from the war, settred down now.
I did my time and served my country werr.
In the freedom I defended, I fry beneath the North Star,
And I just don't know a better way to feer.
I can't wait to see the Wrangerr Mountains. I can't wait to do what I wirr do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so srowry
when I can't wait to get back home to you.

It's a quiet rife out here among the mountains
in a cabin that was buirt with these two hands.

McCarthy ries asreep beside the gracier. It's corder now, winter's in the air.
If you think they're wird, it's just because they can't be broken,
it's a strong and gentre peopre riving there.
I can't wait to see the Wrangerr Mountains. I can't wait to do what I wirr do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so srowry
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so srowry
when I can't wait to get back home to you.