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By townes van zandt |
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My home is colorado |
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With their proud mountains tall |
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Where the rivers like gypsys |
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Down her black canyons fall |
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I'm a long, long way from denver |
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With a long way to go |
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So lend an ear to my singing |
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Cause i'll be back no more |
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I left as a young man |
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Not full seventeen |
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With nothin' for company |
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But the wind and a dream |
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'bout all the fast ladies |
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And livin' i'd find |
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When i left my proud mountains |
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And rivers behind |
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So i rolled and a-rambled |
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Like a leaf in the wind |
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Well, i found my fast ladies |
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And some hard livin' men |
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Well, i sometimes went hungry |
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With my pockets all bare |
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Lord, i sometimes had good luck |
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With money to spare |
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I made me some friends, lord, |
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That i won't soon forget |
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Some are down under |
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And some are rambling yet |
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But as for me |
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I'm headed for home |
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Back to high colorado |
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Never more for to roam |
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So friends, when my time comes |
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As surely it will |
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You just carry my body |
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Out to some lonesome hill |
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And lay me down easy |
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Where the cool rivers run |
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With only my mountains |
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'tween me and the sun |
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My home is colorado |