Just a John Denver Song

I tried to write a song like John Denver would have done Thought the way to do it was to emulate each one Went to Colorado for a Rocky Mountain High Found heaven near Shenandoah, but inspiration still not nigh. Left my wife on a jet plane, didn't tell her what for She would have disapproved, said get a job, what a bore. In Wyoming, I camped under the moon I tried to compose, but didn't like the tune [chorus] Channeling Denver, songwriter to emulate I had the acoustic guitar, just couldn't be great Searching for lyrics in that mountain space Found peace, but no words in that quiet place South wind blew in that East Texas town Had a momentary idea, but couldn't write it down At wits end, followed a country road home disheartened, halfway, I sat on a stone. I thought of John Denver's last flight, his plane fell to the sea A tragic snapshot of that image before eternity Remembered his song about his old guitar In the music pantheon, I hope forever a star [outro] I gave up on the lyric, felt writer's block Did I have anything worth saying? Tried to take stock Then looked into my past, found what I had sought A melody of my own, unpretentious and taut But don't misunderstand, don't get me wrong I'll can't wait to see the Wrangell mountains and play a John Denver song.