Colorado
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must on the way
Where the eagle's in the pine trees
On the red rocks seems to say
Come where cool streams pure as daimonds give a trout a place to play
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must be on the way
There's subtle beauty 'bout the desert
Barren cactus blooming in the sand
Open prairie has its charms
Golden fields of wheat, barley
Lambs are bleating
Country kids competing at the fair
Oh... I've been there...
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must on the way
Where the eagle's in the pine trees
On the red rocks seems to say
Come where cool streams pure as daimonds give a trout a place to play
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must be on the way
Come with me and climb up to the summit
Where the mountain air is pure and clean
Watch the sun skip 'cross the rocks
Like a carefree child, let the breezes tease you
Let the sky released you from your care
Then leave them there...
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must on the way
Where the eagle's in the pine trees
On the red rocks seems to say
Come where cool streams pure as daimonds give a trout a place to play
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must be on the way...
But it must be on the way...
But it must on the way
Where the eagle's in the pine trees
On the red rocks seems to say
Come where cool streams pure as daimonds give a trout a place to play
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must be on the way
There's subtle beauty 'bout the desert
Barren cactus blooming in the sand
Open prairie has its charms
Golden fields of wheat, barley
Lambs are bleating
Country kids competing at the fair
Oh... I've been there...
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must on the way
Where the eagle's in the pine trees
On the red rocks seems to say
Come where cool streams pure as daimonds give a trout a place to play
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must be on the way
Come with me and climb up to the summit
Where the mountain air is pure and clean
Watch the sun skip 'cross the rocks
Like a carefree child, let the breezes tease you
Let the sky released you from your care
Then leave them there...
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must on the way
Where the eagle's in the pine trees
On the red rocks seems to say
Come where cool streams pure as daimonds give a trout a place to play
Colorado might not be heaven
But it must be on the way...
But it must be on the way...
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Writer(s): Gloria Gaither, Woody Wright, William J. Gaither
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