Americký písničkář pocházející z Nového Mexika (nar. 1943), vl. jm. Henry John Deutschendorf. Hudebně čerpá především z folku a country. Výrazný autor balad. Po odchodu do L.A. se v roce 1965 přidává ke skupině The Chad Mitchell Trio. Po...

Píseň: Thirsty Boots

Interpret:
John Denver
Album:
I Want To Live
You've long been on the open road 
 You've been sleeping in the rain 
 From dirty words and muddy cells 
 Your clothes are soiled and stained 
 But the dirty words and the muddy cells 
 Will soon be judged insane 
 So only stop and rest yourself 
 And you'll be off again 
 Oh, take off your thirsty boots 
 And stay for awhile 
 Your feet are hot and weary 
 From a dusty mile 
 And maybe I can make you laugh 
 And maybe I can try 
 I'm looking for the evening 
 And the morning in your eyes 
 Then tell me of the ones you saw 
 As far as you could see 
 Across the plains from field to town 
 Marching to be free 
 And of the rusted prison gates 
 That tumble by debris 
 Like laughing children 
 one by one 
 They look like you and me 
 So, take off your thirsty boots 
 And stay for awhile 
 Your feet are hot and weary 
 From a dusty mile 
 And maybe I can make you laugh 
 And maybe I can try 
 Looking for the evening 
 And the morning in your eyes 
 I know you are no stranger 
 Down crooked rainbow trails 
 From dancing cliffhead Scattered sills 
 To slander shackled jails 
 Where the voices drift up from below 
 His walls are being scaled 
 Yes all of this, and more my friend 
 Your song shall not be failed 
 Oh, take off your thirsty boots 
 And stay for awhile 
 Your feet are hot and weary 
 From a dusty mile 
 And maybe I can make you laugh 
 And maybe I can try 
 Looking for the evening 
 And the morning in your eyes 
 Oh, take off your thirsty boots 
 And stay for awhile 
 Your feet are hot and weary 
 From a dusty mile 
 And maybe I can make you laugh 
 And maybe I can try 
 Looking for the evening 
 And the morning in your eyes