Bpm:120IntroVerse 1She Moved From Selinsgrove To BoulderColorado Didn't Work Out Like She PlannedHe Left Her Cryin' On The AltarAfter Askin' Of Her Father For Her HandNow Those Mountains Just Remind Her Of The Promises And ChancesLeft To Dry Like Roses Wiltin' On The WallAnd She's Countin' Down The Days Until She's Back In PennsylvaniaWonderin' How Much Farther Is There Left To FallInstrumentalVerse 2She Found Grace In All The PlacesAll Those Local Roads Long Knowin' All Too WellSame Old Friends But Older FacesMore To Love But Harder Stories Now To TellAnd There's A Shower Every Weekend, It's The Way For Just The Deep EndWith That Perfect Day Still Weighin' On Her MindSo Far From Colorado, But A Different Kind Of MountainJust As Tall And Twice As Hard For Her To ClimbChorusBut Her Dreams Are Not Forgotten, But She's Made It NonethelessStill Concealin' All Those Feelings Only Whiskey Can ConfessThough She Thanks The Lord It's Friday, But Her Closet Is A MessSo She's Spinnin' To A Fiddle In Her Tattered Cotton DressInstrumentalChorusThough Her Dreams Are Not Forgotten, But She's Made It NonethelessStill Concealin' All Those Feelings Only Whiskey Can ConfessThough She Thanks The Lord It's Friday, But Her Closet Is A MessSo She's Spinnin' To A Fiddle In Her Tattered Cotton DressInstrumentalOutroShe Moved From Selinsgrove To BoulderColorado Didn't Work Out Like She Planned
