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I guess he'd rather be in Colorado 
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he'd rather spend his time out where the 
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sky looks like a pearl after a rain  
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once again I see him walking once again I hear him talking 
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to the stars he makes and asking them for busfare 
 
 
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado 
he'd rather play his banjo in the 
morning when the moon is scarcely gone 
in the dawn the subway's coming in the dawn I hear him humming 
some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon 
 
  
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado 
I guess he'd rather work out where the  
only thing you earn is what you spend 
in the end up in his office in the end a quiet cough is 
all he has to show he lives in New York City