| We live here, in Colorado
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| Never did nothin' to harm this state
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| With our foolish ways
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| But there was this one, from West Virginia
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| He traveled out west to catch his fate
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| And he formed a plan for our state
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| He said, «Father, please call me Denver.»
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| «I'll make you money. |
| I’ll bring our clan fame.»
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| And his people, they all complied
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| So now he goes around the world and plays his songs
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| People scream out, «Play that one about Country Roads!»
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| He says, «That one’s about West Virginia. |
| I want to be known for Colorado.»
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| Our friend Jello called us from Frisco
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| Said we’ve been left a note from the Denver estate
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| It seems there’s a map, of West Virginia
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| And at the end there’s a treasure that will bring us fame
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| So now we walk the hills of West Virginia
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| We think we’re following along those same Country Roads
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| And at the end, our treasure will be
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| Words and music to the best song that will ever be known
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| Munly, Munly
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| Look at these people
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| They’re all wandering the same Country Roads
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| And they all split bills and banjos
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| Slim, yes, it’s true, what you see and you say
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| And look in their hands, they all got the map from the Denver estate
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| It seems the estate, estate of John Denver
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| Thought to make their son the only hero of Country Roads
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| So now we are the victims of his song
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| He pulled one over on us, it won’t last long
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| Because we’re almost to the end of this song
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| About John Denver |