Colorado

He keeps an ivory handled razor
Cleaned and honed and stropped
He says he loved a girl when he was young
And never stopped
He's a centaur on his motorcycle
Sent here for a little while
See him as he goes out for a ride

I'm told he lives in every town
From New York to Nebraska
They say he's skinnin' trucks right now
From Jersey to Nevada
A roving, raving pilgrim
Like the winds of cold Chicago
He stays his heart in Tennessee
But the call him
COLORADO

His saddlebags are stuffed with
Poetry about his travels
He sifts through them most constantly
Like television channels
You can use them for your kindling
When his wheels no longer spinning
You can see him
If there's no cause for to hide

I'm told he's lived in every town
From New York to Nebraska
I'm told he's skinnin' trucks right now
From Jersey to Nevada
A roving, raving pilgrim
Like the winds of cold Chicago
He stays his heart in Tennessee
But the call him
COLORADO



Credits
Writer(s): Branson Anderson
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