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