Bpm:120
Intro
Verse 1
She Moved From Selinsgrove To Boulder
Colorado Didn't Work Out Like She Planned
He Left Her Cryin' On The Altar
After Askin' Of Her Father For Her Hand
Now Those Mountains Just Remind Her Of The Promises And Chances
Left To Dry Like Roses Wiltin' On The Wall
And She's Countin' Down The Days Until She's Back In Pennsylvania
Wonderin' How Much Farther Is There Left To Fall
Instrumental
Verse 2
She Found Grace In All The Places
All Those Local Roads Long Knowin' All Too Well
Same Old Friends But Older Faces
More To Love But Harder Stories Now To Tell
And There's A Shower Every Weekend, It's The Way For Just The Deep End
With That Perfect Day Still Weighin' On Her Mind
So Far From Colorado, But A Different Kind Of Mountain
Just As Tall And Twice As Hard For Her To Climb
Chorus
But Her Dreams Are Not Forgotten, But She's Made It Nonetheless
Still Concealin' All Those Feelings Only Whiskey Can Confess
Though She Thanks The Lord It's Friday, But Her Closet Is A Mess
So She's Spinnin' To A Fiddle In Her Tattered Cotton Dress
Instrumental
Chorus
Though Her Dreams Are Not Forgotten, But She's Made It Nonetheless
Still Concealin' All Those Feelings Only Whiskey Can Confess
Though She Thanks The Lord It's Friday, But Her Closet Is A Mess
So She's Spinnin' To A Fiddle In Her Tattered Cotton Dress
Instrumental
Outro
She Moved From Selinsgrove To Boulder
Colorado Didn't Work Out Like She Planned
