It's a Broadway bar
And no one can say what its there for
Like the secrets in the prairie
They've got buried up under the airport
Both could take you where you're trying to go
Or leave you dead out in a pile of snow
It's like your rolling the dice
When the dice don't even want to know
Couple uppers for supper
Wash it down with a little dread
When Nat she cracked me open
Scrambled me like an egg
Johnny had me trading all my fives for dimes
Sweetening defeat with a slice of lime
The Colorados gonna have you
Crawling back for it every time
Goodnight, Colorado, I'll be alright
But why you make it so easy to fly a little too high?
It might lay you low, might hang you dry
But that sun keeps shining all through the night
Mr Hudsons in the corner
Just nicking himself to death
Rusty looking for the next one that got away
He says "I think she might be the one
Man, she's definitely one of the one's"
Never met a man so happy being so unlucky in love
Goodnight, Colorado, I'll be alright
But why you make it so easy to fly a little too high?
When I get back to Tennessee, I'm going to be laid low
But Colorado, ain't nowhere else I'm trying to go
