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- There are songs about the Rockies and the Colorado skies And a trail less trod. Old Dan fresh shod. In this wilderness that suits our eyes In this wilderness that suits our eyes I'll sing of the wind Mariah, rain and fire in a cowboy eye And the flame burns, as a mind runs wild From a bedroll ten thousand feet high In this wilderness that suits our eyes And it's a good night's rest, yes, yes, The West feels best And it's a cowboy life Man, them stars are bright tonight Any city can kiss this fool goodbye, goodbye I'm ahead' 'er back to the wilderness that suits my eye. There's a woman most times I've cherished Though I'm the one who makes her cry And it's true, it's true, nothing' else will do The feelin' changes but it never dies In this wilderness that suits our eyes And when it hurts too much If I hold 'er in I must bust Yeh, my tears are tracked in rust Well I won't lie, for the lady I must stand and try In this wilderness that suits our eyes In this wilderness that suits our eyes

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- Thanksgiving Day in '02 To heaven's gate that birdy flew. We all drew near. She had no fear. Her palid cheek tracked one last tear. She sang each night the Lord's Prayer. I hear her voice still everywhere. When I get tired and lose my way her song comes through the light of day. The devil never touched her soul. She stayed away from it's control. Her Mom and Dad taught her so the sunny side was where she'd go. She could soften a jaded soul hardened from the man's control. Set you free and listen to her voice inside pure and true. We hadn't gathered for thirty years. Took Mother's to bring us here. She passed away so peacefully Thanksgiving eve with her family. I looked above. She hovered there. Eyes a shinin' blue and clear heeks of rose so young and fair. Her shining eyes had one last tear. And there was Father handsome and young with Beth Louise. Their time had come. Light shined through their silver wings. The moon rose up. The church bells did ring. Oh Brother, Sister, and neighbor too I wish the best for all of you. To heaven's gate we'll fly one day. Like our dear mother for us I pray. There's peace and rest in heaven's nest with mother dear shed one last tear.

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- Went to sleep late last night, guess I slept all right At least no dreams did I dream Oh yeh, now I recall the dream and the fall As I fell, I called your name Turn that slow motion on Turn that slow motion on, turn it on Turn that slow motion on Went to work today and as I road away I thought of how our love was real Spring has turned to fall, warm days gone now But we looked away, gone, gone, gone Turn that slow motion on Turn that slow motion on, turn it on Turn that slow motion on Pan it real slow, smooth as you go Hold it on that close up, look at me, look at me Now hold your head up, but turn it on Turn that slow motion on Turn that slow motion on, turn it on, yeh turn it on Turn that slow motion on Some folks walk in the rain, they never complain They seem to sing their own refrain They fill that empty cup, words just aren't enough Work to be done, I know I gotta run But I want to that slow motion on, turn it on Turn that slow motion on Turn that slow motion on Oh yeh, now I recall the dream and the fall Golden leaves on tall Aspen trees On the wind settled soft, lay down to the groung I looked around, I was one of them All of us at our end. Turn it on. Turn that slow motion on Turn that slow motion on

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- Colorado shadow Climbin' down the cliffs Driftin' off to drift No one can resist your light. Colorado shadow Hoverin' on a hill Silhouettes a whippoorwill Just a ridin' on a wave Oh and comin' up clean Slidin' round the bend Comin' this way again Yeh, and I ain't gonna leave to roam no more. Honey I'm'a comin' home for sure. This time I'll bring my mind. I was crazy leavin' you behind. Colorado shadow I came here to be with you. When my days are done and my nights are through I'll be in the shadows too. Just a ridin' on a wave Oh and comin' up clean Slidin' round the bend A'comin' this way again Colorado shadow I didn't come to change a thing. Just bring what I could bring. And those gone before Yeh, the shadows by the door Those faces in the leaves I see them and they seem pleased.

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Well sometimes I'm up, and others I'm down. My doctor tells me that the cure will be found.

Well I'm not so sure. My reason for this: this horse I ride, Foolish Pride. Your pastures are

green. Yeh, your waters are cool. Your gait is so smooth as I ride upon you. I'll fight to the end

with "Right" by my side. The horse I ride, Foolish Pride.

Foolish Pride, get a move on. Come on old dear. Round up my troubles. Corral all my fears.

Well I know your hunger, and I feel your thirst, and I'll make sure your needs are satisfied first.

And the way that I live has been christened by you. And when I'm too old, well, you'll find

someone new. You'll be so gentle on that first ride, and the more speed you gather the

smoother the glide. You dull all my senses. Yeh, you cloud up the truth, and you make me go

thinkin' of my beautiful youth. Black as the sea, smooth like a glow. And you whisper to me,

and you won't let me go.

And the way that I live has been christened by you. And when I'm too old, you'll find someone

new. You'll be so gentle on that first ride, and the more speed you gather the smoother the

glide.

Sometimes I'm up, and others I'm down. My doctor tells me that that the cure will be found.

Well I'm not so sure. My reason for this: This horse I ride, Foolish Pride. Foolish Pride.

Foolish Pride

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- Ain't a'gonna to work today, don't have no job Shuckin' way my dreams, kernals on the cob, boy Kernals on the cob, boy Kernals on the cob Shuckin' way my dreams today Kernals on the cob Weasals in the chicken koop Jackels all about I'd like to get a shot off Take some of them out, boy Take some of them out, boy Take some of them out I'd like to get a shot off Take some of them out And whiskey washes me and it toughens up my soul And it keeps me satisfied as the river goes, boy As the river goes, boy As the river goes Keeps me satisfied As the river goes Well a soul sure needs to work Somehow I'll find my path Giving up that foolish pride put me on the map, boy Put me on the map boy Well it put me on the map Giving up that foolish price Put me on the map They're making off like bandits while some folks work so hard Now there ain't no livin' wage, there's a bully in the yard, boy Bully in the yard boy, There's a bully in the yard boy, Now there ain't no livin' wage There’s a bully in the yard. And whiskey, wash me, and ou toughen up my soul Can you keep me satisfied as the river goes, boy As the river goes, boy As the river goes Keeps me satisfied As the river goes Now I heard old Nat King Cole say "As a rule man's a fool When it's hot he wants it cool When it's cool he want's it hot Always wantin' what is not.", boy Wantin' what is not, boy Wantin' what is not As a rule man's a fool Wantin' what is not And I heard old Bob Dilan say "Somethin's out of whack" He says it in a phrase Hell, "I need a paragraph" boy Need a paragraph, boy I Need a paragraph Old Dilan says it it a phrase I need a paragraph. And whiskey, wash me, and you toughen up my soul And you keep me satisfied as the river goes, boy As the river goes, boy As the river goes Well keeps me satisfied As the river goes Ain't gonna go to work today, don't have no job Shuckin' way my dreams, kernals on the cob, boy Kernals on the cob, boy Kernals on the cob Shuckin' way my dreams today Kernals on the cob

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- He took the pictures from the wall. The house no longer was a home. He walked on down the empty hall. Alone. Alone. Alone. Somehow nothin's left but memories. Times he had, good and bad, mostly sad. And the love a family brings us, a life of feelin' free. Somehow nothin's left but odds and ends, and memories. Memories. And as the dusk turned to the night, and whispered "it'll be all right." \ A window opened to his soul. Left the key, shut the door, light might shine one more. Once more. Somehow nothin's left but memories. Times he had, good and bad, glad and sad. A love a family brings us, it's intricate simplicity. Somehow nothin's left but odds and end and memories. Memories.

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Sittin’ on a stool. The old Diamond Belle. Hangin’ kind’a loose In the Strater Hotel. The old man said “I seen ‘em come and go ya’ know. Walkin’ the streets of old Durango.”  “Sir may I get you a shot and a beer?” He saddled up and said “Set ’em right here.” Listened to his stories I could see him as a child as his eyes lit up and his mind ran wild.  “I seen ‘em come and go ya’ know. Still on a roll ya’ know. Walkin’ the streets of old Durango. Old Durango.”

We shared some laughs by the end of the night; had fun with everyone that came in sight. In a nice way though we were on a roll; talkin’ bout the streets of old Durango. He said “Bartender, my friend will pay for my bill. I’m ahead’in on out. I’ve had my fill. Gonna watch ‘em come and go you know. I’m on a roll. Walkin’ the streets of old Durango.” 

“Bartender, I’ll pay for that old man that was sittin’ here.” Bartender said “Now Greg, Ya’ ain’t

been a’talkin’ to no one near. Been talkin’ to yourself, just a guzzling’ beer. You been on a roll,

Greg. Mumblin’ something’ bout the streets of old Durango.” 

Folks might think I’m crazy but from time to time I see that old ghost ridin’ the Silverton Line.

He’s on a roll watchin’ ‘em come and go and that train whistle blows through the streets of

Durango. Still warmin’ up a stool in the old Diamond Belle; actin’ like a fool. Hell, I know it

damned well. Folks say what they want to, yes they do. Say I’m a’goin’ to hell. Well, to hell with

’em too.  I like it here just like this. Mr. Barker has a room for me if I’m a little at risk. I was livin’

on a dollar; makin’ just a dime. You might say I’m from another time. Somewhere in ‘tween

180 and 1969.

 

If you close your eyes, look inside your mind. You can see that see that cowboy ghost from

another time. You’ll be on a roll watchin’ ‘em come and go. Walkin’ the streets of old Durango.

Walkin’ the streets of old Durango. Old Durango.

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- What I have is an empty glass. A clock to watch my wretchedness. Hit the break, slow'er down. Exit on Whiskeytown. Surrounded by folks like me. All of us cast out to sea. In the lost, seldom found. Exit on Whiskeytown. Stand'er up or sit'er down. There's a stool for folks like me in Whiskeytown. Whiskeytown is where I'll be. To get along with parts of me. Allow a time for some relief A place to hang my grief. Gonna buy a little piece and settle in. Can I change, even try. That truck's already loaded and on the fly. What I have is an empty glass. This old truck won't drive on past. Hit the break, slow'er down. Exit on Whiskeytown. Hit the break, slow'er down. Exit on Whiskeytown.

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- Please, another glass of whiskey While I finish up this old cigarette. Well it sure has been nice talkin' to you. I better take my cue, the boy are up on stage. There's another set to play before we call it a day. Ah honey, please don't get all sad and misty. I know what we have done is kind of risky. Yeh, we all choose a road in this life we have. I'm just another grain of sand washed up on shore, honey. Before the tide rolls in I'm going to play a little more. I'll take these guitar hands. I'll bet on these old guitar hands. I'll take these guitar hands. Yeh, I'll play for you, that's what I do. The whole night through, yeh, the whole night through. Well how many time I've wondered. So many times I've tried to change. Too many times I've tried to rearrange. Every time I flip that coin it still comes up the same. Yeh, it comes up the same. I've worked a hundred honkey tonks, guitar bars. I've known a thousand guitar stars. Well, you might tell by the calloused fingers and the face I'm wearin'. This ain't store bought soul. I live every verse and every note. I feel free givin' her my all. Man I've had a ball. Well thank you Miss Bartender. Thank you for the compliment, honey. It's sure been good getting' to know you. Yeh, and next week me and the boy are workin' down in Houston town. We really get around. Back this way another day. I'd really like to stay. Can't lay this guitar down. I'll take these guitar hands. I'll bet on these old guitar hands. These old guitar hands.

See me at the Strater Hotel

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in Durango, CO on Wednesdays from 5:30 pm to 11 pm in the Diamond Belle Saloon or on Saturdays from 7 pm to 11 pm in the Office Spiritorium.