John Denver Lyrics
John Denver Lyrics
"On The Atchison, Topeka and The Sante Fe Lyrics"
Broadcasting Lyrics
Fractured signs, they waste my time, they concentrate, they take what's mine, lost they move like fractured ghosts, to empty heads in empty lines. Trapped in frames o
Fractured signs, they waste my time, they concentrate, they take what's mine, lost they move like fractured ghosts, to empty heads in empty lines. Trapped in frames o
This song was first released on the All Aboard! album. It is the only album it has been released on.
Do you hear that whistle down the line
I figure that it’s Engine Number 49
She’s the only one that’ll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
See the old smoke rising ’round the bend
I reckon that she knows she’s gonna
My First Taste Of Texas Lyrics
My first taste of Texas had blue eyes and golden hair Beneath the Tennessee silver moon we found a feeling we could share And age made no difference I'd been around and she was yo
meet a friendMy first taste of Texas had blue eyes and golden hair Beneath the Tennessee silver moon we found a feeling we could share And age made no difference I'd been around and she was yo
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Here she comes whoo oo oo oo
Hey Jim, you better get the rig whoo oo oo oo
She’s got a list of passengers that’s pretty big
And they’ll all want a lift to Brown’s Hotel
’Cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
All the
Sixpack on the Dashboard Lyrics
Yeah, up there’s a sixpack on the dashboard tonight I get lonesome most of the time I get to thinking about you most of the time Yeah, there’s some heartache in th
way from Philadel phi aYeah, up there’s a sixpack on the dashboard tonight I get lonesome most of the time I get to thinking about you most of the time Yeah, there’s some heartache in th
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
All Aboard! All Aboard!
Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire, shovels in the coals
Stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll
See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by
Fare-the-well Laramie and Roc
Lost Horizons Lyrics
So here alone in place I sit. All my friends ain't closely knit. Watch the passers by all day, wishing some would come my way. Hit the bottle after work. Jus
ky Mountain HighSo here alone in place I sit. All my friends ain't closely knit. Watch the passers by all day, wishing some would come my way. Hit the bottle after work. Jus
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way
Mustn’t quit till we hit Califor ni a
See the old smoke rising ’round the bend
I reckon that she knows she’s gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Words and music by Johnny Mercer and Harry Warren