Letra de
Rocky Mountain Music

Back up on an old dirt road next to a swamp full of toads
was a slanted wood shack with three little kids and a mama
Papa died in '63 left little Jimmy and me
to plant those tata's and pull up another tomorrow
Rocky Mountain music fills my memory
Rocky Mountain music papa can I hear you playing for me
Little brother was never quite right he use to sit on the floor in the sunlight