C F Well a robin flew by my window C G I thought it just might be you C Judging from the colour of its breast F And the sound of its song C G C But I'm just thinking of you Cos you're in sunny California The fertile land John Steinbeck wrote, But when I came not a single fertile patch Could be spared for you and me F G C You see I wanted to love you baby C G But neither you nor I'd been loved before C F I thought I could change the world if I just held you high enough C G C The truth is I couldn't hold you up at all Am G F I couldn't hold you up Am G C I couldn't hold you up G C And I sure ain't gonna hold you down *Solo* C Well I'm leaving F Walking back home C G I don't care if it takes years or more C F But as I walk through the hills of Kentucky C G The leaves begin to turn red Am G F And I think of you Am G C Yes, I think of you G C The prettiest tree on the mountain.