West to Denver

Lord, I hit the road last Sunday
With my baby on my mind
I knew her heart was turning
I could see it in her eyes
So I headed West to Denver
Where the wind blows bitter cold
I would be in good company
With the other lonesome souls

Her love was burning passion
And her skin was soft like silk
Yes, and she was quite good-looking
But honey, it's not them looks that killed
She told me one Spring evening
That if she should ever wed
I would be the man to have her
At least, that's what she said

So I'll go up on the mountain
When everyone's asleep
And I'll sit there in my sorrow
And the moon and I will weep
Then I'll hit the road tomorrow
Leave my troubles down the line
And I'll never think again, boys
Of that look there in her eyes
And I'll never think again, boys
Of that look there in her eyes