Denver dream Are you the one they call The Denver dream Colorado girl Denver dream Are you the one they call The Denver dream Colorado girl Denver! Denver
This time it's on my own Minutes from somewhere else Somewhere I made a wish with Lucky Denver Mint You're not bigger than this, not better Why can't
The bright lights of Denver are shinin' like diamonds. Like ten thousand jewels in the sky. An' it's nobody's business where you're goin' or where you
born and raised Ol town Denver City ways Sometimes I pray on my emotions From above it I bite my lip Hey disciple walkin talkin born and raised Ol town Denver
man, we lit out in a pickup truck (Cho.) Go, get out of Denver, baby. Go, go, get out of Denver, baby. Go, get out of Denver, baby. Go, go. 'Cause you
I'LL ALWAYS HAVE DENVER (Bill Anderson - Steve Wariner) « © '99 Sony/ATV Songs » RECORDED BY STEVE WARINER Our weekend in Atlanta was
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more
You fill up my senses like a night in a forest Like the mountains in spring time Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue
Here I am I'm closing my eyes again Trying so hard not to see All the things that I see Almost willing To lie again I swear that it just isn?t so It
I caught a ride on the Dreamland Express last night I was sailing on an ocean of blue Right there by my side Much to my surprise, was you I said, come
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
Welcome to my morning Welcome to my day Yes, I'm the one responsible I made it just this way To make myself some pictures See what they might bring I
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy All of her dreams have gone dry All of her nights have gone sad and shady She's getting ready to fly Fly away
It's cold here in the city, it always seems that way And I've been thinkin' about you almost everyday Thinkin' about the good times, thinkin' about the
Jessie went away last summer a couple of months ago after all our time together it was hard to see her go She called me right up when she arrived asked
It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise There's frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes The stars are fading quietly, night
There are children raised in sorrow, on a scorched and barren plain There are children raised beneath the golden sun There are children of the water,
