Rocky Mountain High
There's nothing like the smell of fresh air
So come join me on this expedition there
High above the canyon ridges
Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges
Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few
But let me tell you oh what the view
For there are fresh water streams
Cascading down the slopes of green
Then there are countless winding and twisting roads
Slowing down the engines cargo load
Top of Cheyenne's peak
You can almost hear God speak
Voices in the wind
Not to hear it would be such a sin
And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight
Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight
So for your next viva vacation
Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations
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