"A Mile High In Denver" lyrics
"A Mile High In Denver"
Sitting on a pocket full of hard-earned wages
Looking at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains
And the Colorado range
Made this stop for personal reasons
Didn't know I'd catch the changing of the seasons
Winter dictates everything
From frost to naked trees
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Just to finally call it mine
Looking for the cloud with a Styrofoam lining
Hoping that the sun will keep on shining
Leading me to distant peace
That waits so patiently
Need a little love to try some giving
Try a little love and then start living
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Sitting on a pocket full of hard-earned wages
Looking at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains
And the Colorado range
Need a little love to try some giving
Try a little love and then start living
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Where God and trees create the breeze
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett
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- Jimmy Buffett Lyrics
album:
"Down To Earth" (1970)
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