John Denver - On the wings of an eagle

Oh my ^Ahome is in the mo^Auntains I am fr^Gee, I am fr^Gee I am o^Ane with wind and ea^Agles I a^Gm free Given wi^Angs to sail in grace^Afulness The s^Gky, The s^Gky Given vo^Aice to sing in breathles^Asness I fi^Gnd that I can ^Bmfly! (f^Ely aw^Aay)

I b^Feen a long time on the hi^Fghway I been a l^Cong time one the r^Cun And i^Ct gets to be like c^Chaos When I'm s^Fo long away from ^Fhome And s^Fometimes its just too much to b^Fear And I hi^Cde behind my ey^Ces I can^C picture friendly fa^Cces and I can dream^F of friendly skies And I gu^Gess that I'm the luck^Gy one For the t^Druth of what I kn^Dow For m^Dy heart has not denied^D me, and I have som^Gewhere to go I sh^Gall never be a prisoner of st^Deel and glass and stone And if I le^Dave I will return aga^Din to my Rocky Mountain h^Gome D G D G Oh-lu-li-yea-ee-uuh-lu-lu-lu-ooh, yea-lu-li-yea-ee-lu-lu-lu-lu D G D G (G#) (A) Oh-lu-li-yea-ee-uuh-lu-lu-lu-ooh, yea-lu-li-yea-ee-lu-lu-lu-lu

Oh m^Ay home is in the m^Aountains I ^Gam free I am fr^Gee I ^Aam one with wind a^And eagles I am fr^Gee Given w^Aing to sail in gracef^Aulness The s^Gky the s^Gky Given vo^Aice to sing in breath^Alessness I fi^Gnd that I can f^Bmly, f^Ely aw^Aay

I^An the hands of my F^Dathe^Ar I^An the light of the ^Dsunshi^Ane O^An the wings of an ^Deagl^Ae ^E I'm fl^Eying agai^An (I'm fly^Ding agai^En) I'm fl^Eying ag^Aain (I'm fl^Dying agai^En) I'm fl^Eying aga^Ain (I'm fl^Dying agai^En) I'm fl^Eying aga^Ain (and I'm fl^Dying aga^Ain)