to know how I liked Del Rio And if the lack of snow had made it all perfecto And I replied... Chorus: Oh, why here it's so-so but it is no, no Colorado
Why do you ask, do you ask me why? I live inside my head. You know this. Croon to the tune of your own sweet sighs I'll chant and chant and chant this
Translation: Waggoner, Brooke. Live For The Sounds.
