Crested Butte

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

Written by Michael Brewer & Tom Shipley
1972 Talking Beaver Music/BMI

Buddah Records released 1973