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| | My home is Col | orado with her proud mountains | tall |
| | C | G |
| Where the rivers, like gypsies, down her b | lack canyons | fall |
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| Well I'm a long way from Denver with a | long way to | go |
| | C | G | C | G |
| So lend an | ear to my s | ingin', 'cause | I'll be back no | more. |
| Well I left as a young man, not full seventeen |
| With nothin' for comp'ny but the wind and a dream |
| 'Bout all the fast ladies and the livin' I'd find |
| When I left My Proud Mountains and rivers behind. |
| So I roamed and I rambled like a leaf in the wind |
| Well I found my fast ladies and some hard livin' men |
| I sometimes went hungry with my pockets all bare |