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I just left a place where nobody was running a race Or rushing to find the finish line to some kind of end Nobody was sad, no, everybody was so glad to be alive and in The company of lovers and friends
Crested Butte, honey you sure can shoot You took the gold and the loot You got your feet on the ground Crested Butte, honey you sure are cute, And just like a worn out boot you’ve got me laying around
Up in the mine, you’re never sure what you will find And panning in the river, you don’t always strike yellow But I could not loose, no, Crested got the best of my city blues She took me high to the timber line to let me get mellow
Crested Butte, honey you sure can shoot You took the gold and the loot You got your feet on the ground Crested Butte, honey you sure are cute, And just like a worn out boot you’ve got me laying around
Crested Butte, honey you sure can shoot You took the gold and the loot You got your feet on the ground Crested Butte, honey you sure are cute, And just like a worn out boot you’ve got me laying around |
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