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I saw Mary's face in that little snowflake that fell at my feet on the ground, and I
heard my old friend in that last bitter wind that blew back the memories of my hometown.
I could see the old crowd laughing so loud, Lord, I miss all my loved ones so dear.
From the cold, rocky mountains of Denver, I can almost see Houston from here.
I came here to build a dream, and I stayed to watch it die.
I was meant to fail, I guess. Lord knows how I've tried.
Funny how much better I can see without my pride.
From the cold, rocky mountains of Denver, I can almost see Houston from here.
I had some good friends in Denver town, but lately they don't come around.
I guess them good time crowds, they're all the same.
But with this old thumb I'll catch a ride.
It'll only last goodbye to the cold, rocky mountains of Denver.
I can almost see Houston from here.
From the cold, rocky mountains of Denver, I can almost see Houston from here.