Cool Colorado, I'm coming to join you
I'm coming to sit on your benches and breathe the wind here
Life is calm, angels caress me
And I smoke in the streets without stressing
A bit old-fashioned, far away from my problems
At the place one comes just to feel the warmth and softness of the wind, the mountains
Sweet Colorado, your radio is playing a cowboy number
"Sweet Georgia Brown" in the hair
I smoke a corn-paper cigarette
On the corner of Sixth, I come from the North to join the West
I leave my luggage with Lizzy in Denver City
That's where the train leaves me
Sweet, sweet Colorado, the band is playing a rock'n'roll number
Outside I feel the wind in my ears, like a dream without waking up
Oh distant America
Out in the middle of nowhere, today I feel like a wind of freedom
And tomorrow I'm leaving again for the West
Next stop, the City of Angels, Los Angeles
The place where life is so cool, with cool cool people, in a cool cool world
Welcome to chill out man, take a drag and look at the sun
It's rade Dude, and you don't give a fuck, and just going high, so high