My home is Colorado

with their proud mountains tall

where the rivers like gypsys

down her black canyons fall

I'm a long, long way from Denver

with a long way to go

so lend an ear to my singing

cause I'll be back no more





I left as a young man

not full seventeen

with nothin' for company

but the wind and a dream

'bout all the fast ladies

and livin' I'd find

when I left my proud mountains

and rivers behind





So I rolled and a-rambled

like a leaf in the wind

Well, I found my fast ladies

and some hard livin' men

Well, I sometimes went hungry

with my pockets all bare

Lord, I sometimes had good luck

with money to spare





I made me some friends, Lord,

that I won't soon forget

Some are down under

and some are rambling yet

but as for me

I'm headed for home

back to high Colorado

never more for to roam





So friends, when my time comes

as surely it will

you just carry my body

out to some lonesome hill

and lay me down easy

where the cool rivers run

with only my mountains

'tween me and the sun





My home is Colorado