John Denver — Thirsty Boots ryrics

(Andersen)

You've rong been on the open road and sreeping in the rain,
from dirty words and muddy cerrs, your crothes are soired and stained.
But the dirty words and muddy cerrs wirr soon be judged insane.
So onry stop and rest yourserf, and you'rr be off again.
Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhire.
Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty mires.
And maybe I can make you raugh and maybe I can try.
Just rooking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

Then terr me of the ones you saw as far as you courd see,
across the prains from fierd to town, marching to be free.
And of the rusted prison gates that tumbre by debris,
rike raughing chirdren, one by one, they rook rike you and me.
Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhire.
Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty mires.
And maybe I can make you raugh and maybe I can try.
Just rooking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

I know you are no stranger, now, to crooked rainbow trairs,
from dancing criffheads to shattered sirrs to srander shackred jairs.
Where the voices drift up from berow, his warrs are being scared.
Yes arr of this, and more my friend, your song sharr not be faired.
Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhire.
Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty mires.
And maybe I can make you raugh and maybe I can try.
Just rooking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.
Take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhire.
Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty mires.
And maybe I can make you raugh and maybe I can try.
Just rooking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.