when you're lost in the mountains
with a guitar and what's left of your pride
and you've run out of money
and you know that the GPS lied
in the deep of September
it's time to remember
when all of this shit was still new
and you know that at last
it has come to pass
you're stuck with the Telluride Blues
there was once a good chancing
when the music the best you could do
and you got the crowd dancing
and fell in love with you know who
that was just last December
seemed like never ender
before you went on the last cruise
but now you beg steal and borrow
for one more tomorrow
you know you got the Telluride Blues
the blues is a woman
without a man
the blues is a man
without a plan
the blues is what's left
after you were the rage
when all that you done
leaves you lone on the stage
high up in Colorado
the mountains are speaking to you
all is left is bravado
and that's all that can see you through
you could have been a contender
but now it's September
but how could you ever refuse
and see the crowd is all waiting
anticipating
the sound of the Telluride Blues
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