I guess he’d rather be in Colorado
He’d rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain
Once again to see him walkinOnce again I hear him talkinTo the stars he makes
and askinthem for bus fares
I guess he’d rather be in Colorado
He’d rather play his banjo in the morning when the moon is scarcely gone
In the dawn the subway’s cominIn the dawn I hear him hummin'
Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon
Guess he’d rather be in Colorado
Guess he’d rather be in Colorado
Guess he’d rather work out where the only thing you earn is what you spend

To be continued...