Headed west through Colorado. Cornfields in my mirror
Been making friends with a whiskey bottle and a case of beer
She said its time I took my leave. I should go and never come back
So I grabbed my guitar and grabbed my coat, and dusted off my cowboy hat.
Now I'm going up to Cordillera. That's where I met you
They say they're no clouds in Cordillera. I'm gonna see if that's true
Oh yea I'm climbing up a mountain. And, it may amount to nothing.
But I hear it's worth the view.
They say the world looks good from Cordillera. I hope that's true
I saw 'em standing as I was driving that road. Fender, bass, and drums in hand.
I pulled over. They climbed in. And said let's start ourselves a rock and roll band.
They say that life is what you choose. I don't worry much about that.
I just wonder if this guitar is gonna pay my bills. And start to make my wallet fat.
So I can get that house in Cordillera. You can live there too.
We'll all get homes in Cordillera where the skies are blue.
Yea we're startin off with nothin tryin to work it up to somethin
Maybe write a hit song or two
Then you can come on out to Cordillera and we'll play for you
We're going up to Cordillera,
Gonna get a house in Cordillera,
You can come on out to Cordillera, and we'll play for you
(repeat chorus one more time)
We'll play for you (3 times)