They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging
hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got Till it's
gone
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees And put them
in a tree museum
And they charged all the people A dollar and a half to see 'em
Don't it
always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone
They paved
paradise And they put up a parking lot
Hey farmer farmer Put away that D.D.T.
now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Dont it always
seem to go
That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone
They paved paradise And
put up a parking lot
Late last night I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
When I was a young lady these words inspired me to care more about the things of nature then
the things of man. I dedicate this page to the city of Denver, Colorado, who has taken many a
beautiful piece of land, and put up a parking lot. Just please leave our lovely mountains alone.
Please!
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