Looking through the window of the greyhound station
Down in San Antone
Watching people come and people go
And feeling so alone.
And every face I see reminds me
Of the one I've left behind me crying
Knowing I should go back home
And heaven knows how hard I'm trying.
To see that Colorado country morning
With the dusty roads and warm sunshine
I've got the Colorado country morning
And a Denver woman on my mind.
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I remember standing at the door
And looking back as she lay sleeping
And very gently through the window pane
The morning sun was creeping.
And without a sound I turned around
And softly kissed her goodbye
Now with all behind I often find
Myself wondering why.
I left that Colorado country morning
With the dusty roads and warm sunshine
I've got the Colorado country morning
And a Denver woman on my mind.
I left that Colorado country morning
With the dusty roads and warm sunshine
I've got the Colorado country morning
And a Denver woman on my mind...
