Going to Colorado

Split out of Utah with the law on my back I got dirt under my fingernails my clothes in a sack And the bones in my body are pointing me eastbound Haven't slept for a month Haven't showered for a week The prospects in Mississippi were looking pretty bleak I think I'll try my luck with that green mountain high So turn up Buck Owens And turn down the light Cause I'm going to Colorado tonight Got my hipster killer packed up in the trunk Listening to songs about sin Sung by a drunk The mud on the windshield never turned us around Held my head up high as we crossed the state line The bud mixed perfect with the alpine And I could get use to this green mountain high So turn up Buck Owens And turn down the light Cause I'm going to Colorado tonight