Feed a cold?

Feed a cold, except nothing tastes right. My teeth are furry from eating cough drops. Enough of those little lounges can set your stomach sour. When I know sleep is what I need, the hacking shakes me out of bed. Funny when I worked full time and had paid sick leave, I would go stalwartly march in with a cold. Now that I am part-time and have no paid sick leave, I don't see any reason to go in. Where, oh, where is the sense in that?

Oh, John

Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my memries, gather round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

"Take Me Home, Country Roads" is a song written by John Denver, Bill Danoff and Taffy Nivert, and initially recorded by John Denver. It was included on his 1971 breakout album Poems, Prayers and Promises; the single went to #2 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100.

After many other hit singles, "Take Me Home, Country Roads" remains Denver's signature song.

Who knew? Chile still loves KC. Chille & KC know.

I had energy in 1974

This is the kind of music that rocked me in 1974. Dance we did.