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I've driven this road as a stranger |
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I've driven this road as a friend |
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I've driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist |
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And i'm drivin on it once again |
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It might be cold and long and lonely |
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But she's waiting on the other side |
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And i'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer |
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And joyfully i ride. |
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I climb through georgetown, silver plume |
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The tunnel at lovelands' cove/cold? |
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The lake on the left is a little low |
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Route 9 is the breckenridge road?? |
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There's a sign right below copper mountain |
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Telling wheter independence runs free/where the weather & independence run free |
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And i'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer |
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And that's where i wanna be |
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In the evening shadow of red butte |
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Up the lane from the slaughter house bridge |
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The first cabin the moonlight strikes as it crests the cleft in hunter crick ridge |
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Up frombetween old red and smuggler |
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Rising high on a piano bench there |
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And i'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer |
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And what lies between beware |
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What lies between, beware |
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And the red sandstone sentinels rising high on either side |
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As i follow the eagle valley |
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Through the canyon where the saints reside |
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In mt snowmass's majesty south |
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And east out of glennwood springs |
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And i'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer |
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Where the roaring river sings |
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Where the roaring river sings. |
