Golden, Colorado
His father traded in his union job
To head out west and set up shop
Selling furniture
He finished school and he worked the store
Graduated to the sales floor
He was pretty sure
There was something more
He was pretty sure
She took a job at the magazine
Moved to Denver sight unseen
It just felt so right
She came around to his family's shop
They started talking and they hit it off
It was open wide
Beneath the Western night
It was open wide
They didn’t know what they were going to find
Digging for gold like in ’59
It wasn’t gold, but it scratched that itch
Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich
Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich
She'd been questioning if love was real
Or if that was something she could feel
And her time had passed
He wasn’t one to wait around
Or let regrets weigh him down
Things were moving fast
And that was that
Things were moving fast
They didn’t know what they were going to find
Digging for gold like in ’59
Five months later they were getting hitched
Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich
Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich
Sure there were days when they took their licks
(Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich)
It wasn't anything they couldn't fix
(Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich)
The two of them and a couple kids
(Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich)
It wasn’t gold but it scratched that itch
Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich
Golden, Colorado they were striking it rich
Ten Speed
Got a heart like a rusty old ten speed
The chain creaks but it works alright
I know it could use an adjustment
But then that thing'll fly
You've got that shiny beach cruiser
Chrome rims and a cushioned seat
My heart is a rusty old ten speed
Just needs a little TLC
Got a heart like a busted up six string
Out of tune but the thing still plays
I know I've gotta couple songs in there
Just waiting for that fateful day
You've got that spruce-top dreadnaught
Inlayed with pearl and steel
My heart is a busted up six string
It just needs a little TLC
Someday we're gonna go out riding
Somewhere past Foster Beach
My heart is a rusty old ten speed
Just needs a little TLC