it's too late. You were such a big mistake. Please, don't call me anymore. I used to miss you There's no surf in Colorado anyway. And it's a shame to hear you're happy. And you still look at me that
(GUITAR INTO). . I'm going back to Colorado. . Rollin' down the highway. . Just my life to carry. . It's written in the wind. . Again. . . . I will drink from the river. . That runs
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. He'd rather spend his time out. Where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain. Once again I see him walkin'. Once again I hear him talking. To the stars he
Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas. Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans,. An' we was. What's that you say?. What's Colorado Kool-Aid?. . Well
