IRAQI MOUNTAIN HIGH

Words by Jim Bearden; music by John Denver
Copyright © 1991

VERSE 1:
He was born in the summer of his sixty-seventh year
Comin' home to a war he'd never known before.
He left the "wimp" image behind him, you might say he was born again,
You might say he found the key there in that war.

VERSE 2: When he first came to the White House, well, peace was really a threat;
Looked like the old Cold War mentality was finally going.
But the "peace dividend" is gone now, before it ever had a chance --
The reasons keep changin' fast, and they don't last for long.

CHORUS 1:
It's the Kennebunkport Iraqi Mountain High;
I've seen it raining smart bombs in the sky.
The voice of peace in our land now is softer than a lullaby ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... in Kennebunkport ...

VERSE 3:
He roared off in his speedboat, in a cloud of gas and smoke;
We owned all the oil, as far as he could see.
And they say that he got crazy once, said we'll drill everything in sight;
So we lost the earth, and we burned its memory.

VERSE 4:
Now he walks in regal solitude -- no questions, no dissents --
Seeking higher polls in every step he takes.
His sight has turned outside himself, no need to understand
Domestic problems, human needs, or future stakes.

CHORUS 2:
And the Kennebunkport Iraqi Mountain High;
I've seen "Nintendo wars" in the sky.
Ask about civilians, and hear the casual reply ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... in Kennebunkport ...

VERSE 5:
Now his life is full of glory, but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend:
Why they'd talk of peace before he'd had his chance for victory --
More glory, more bodies on the ground.

CHORUS 3:
And the Kennebunkport Iraqi Mountain High;
We'll bring that fire right down from the sky.
You know we'll all be poorer when we find how many had to die ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... in Kennebunkport ...

CHORUS 4:
It's the Kennebunkport Iraqi Mountain High;
I've seen those future wars up in the sky.
Sign up for the "New World Order" now, while everybody's high ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... all the way to Basra ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... all the way to Baghdad ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... all the way to Turkey ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... well, let's go on to Moscow ...
Iraqi Mountain High ... we're gonna rule the whole world ...
Iraqi Mountain High.

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