| She came from Fort Worth, Fort Worth couldn’t hold her
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| Her dreams were bigger than the Texas sky
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on the next bus for Boulder
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| And it won’t take long to say goodbye
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| She was workin' at a diner just a week ago
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| When a man from Colorado smiled and said, «hello»
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| And he turned her head with stories about a cabin in the trees
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| Where the wind can sing you love songs
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| Beneath snow-capped mountain peaks
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| Now she’s packed her faded jeans and her favorite cowboy boots
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| Left her apron at the diner for someone else to use
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| One last look in the mirror at the girl she used to be
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| Then the driver takes her ticket and she tries to fall asleep
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| She came from Fort Worth, Fort Worth couldn’t hold her
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| Her dreams were bigger than the Texas sky
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on the next bus for Boulder
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| And it won’t take long to say goodbye
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| And somewhere in the long, dark night, the snow began to fall
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| Oh, the world outside was sparkling white when she heard the driver call
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| «Everyone off now for Boulder and have a real nice day»
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| He was waitin' on the platform and he raised his hand to wave
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| And she offered no resistance as he took her to his cabin
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| And that diner in the distance seemed just like it never happened
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| She came from Fort Worth, Fort Worth couldn’t hold her
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| Her dreams were bigger than the Texas sky
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on the next bus for Boulder
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| And it won’t take long to say goodbye
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on the next bus for Boulder
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| And it won’t take long to say goodbye, bye bye |