Rocky Mountain High Fading.

70's Mountain Country ballad, touch of western bluegrass, Warm acoustic guitar strumming, rolling banjo and mandolin fills, fiddle answering the vocal, restrained country-rock drums and rounded bass, Steady mid-tempo lilt; intimate narrative verses open into a broad, harmony-supported chorus, with a rising fiddle-and-guitar bridge and a spare reflective outro, Clear, earnest male tenor, natural phrasing and close, warm analog-style mix

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[Verse 1]
He was born in the shadow of the Denver front range
Raised under the Sandia sunrise
He drove big rigs from Phoenix straight through to Flagstaff
Then to Albuquerque, Then to Denver. 
With three mountain states locked deep in his eyes
He watched the low clouds scramble over the crest
Where the  Sandias  gleam in the gold alpenglow
And he learned as a boy what the wilderness meant
From the high canyon rivers to the January snow
[Chorus]
Yeah it's a Southern Rock high from the peaks to the plains
Through Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona grades
But the two mountain balladeers are singing no more
They were standing as prophets at the high country door
Now the three of us watch as the concrete veins bleed
And the corporate machine trades the silence for greed
[Verse 2]
John Denver looked out from Roswell when he was a lad
Before Aspen was sold to the fly-in elite
He warned of the lines on the road and the skiers
And the madness that tramples the dirt at our feet
And Michael  Martin Murphey came over the state line from Texas
To find the wild spirit that commercialism breaks
Now the tourist crowd swarms even under the drizzle
And consumes every blessing the wilderness makes
[Bridge]
Now you're white-knuckled driving down Highway 82
Out of the Sacramentos where the blizzards cut through
Riding the Jakes with a heavy loaded rig
Dropping down into eighth gear where the shadows grow big
From the peaks of Flagstaff to the Front Range decay
We are witnessing the true high country sold away
Where the Spanish were the first mountain men to abide
By the code of the canyon and the great divide
[Verse 3]
I stood on the Pecos where the water ran clear
Cast behind a big boulder and hit 'em line after line
Took 'em home to the skillet with a sprinkle of red
But the banks are now crowded with a dark, heavy sign
We shared the same vision, we carried the weight
From the cold timber runs to the freezing night sky
And the warning we shouted is echoing clear
As the shadows close in on the Rocky Mountain high
[Chorus]
Yeah it's a Southern Rock high from the peaks to the plains
Through Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona grades
But the two mountain balladeers are singing no more
They were standing as prophets at the high country door
Now the three of us watch as the concrete veins bleed
And the corporate machine trades the silence for greed
[Outro]
Sharp winter mornings with pinyon smoke
The old code is broken, the master line broke
Feel that morning chill and look up at the peaks
Listen close to the warning the wild country speaks

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[Verse 1] He was born in the shadow of the Denver front range Raised under the Sandia sunrise He drove big rigs from Phoenix straight through to Flagstaff Then to Albuquerque, Then to Denver. With three mountain states locked deep in his eyes He watched the low clouds scramble over the crest Where the Sandias gleam in the gold alpenglow And he learned as a boy what the wilderness meant From the high canyon rivers to the January snow [Chorus] Yeah it's a Southern Rock high from the peaks to the plains Through Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona grades But the two mountain balladeers are singing no more They were standing as prophets at the high country door Now the three of us watch as the concrete veins bleed And the corporate machine trades the silence for greed [Verse 2] John Denver looked out from Roswell when he was a lad Before Aspen was sold to the fly-in elite He warned of the lines on the road and the skiers And the madness that tramples the dirt at our feet And Michael Martin Murphey came over the state line from Texas To find the wild spirit that commercialism breaks Now the tourist crowd swarms even under the drizzle And consumes every blessing the wilderness makes [Bridge] Now you're white-knuckled driving down Highway 82 Out of the Sacramentos where the blizzards cut through Riding the Jakes with a heavy loaded rig Dropping down into eighth gear where the shadows grow big From the peaks of Flagstaff to the Front Range decay We are witnessing the true high country sold away Where the Spanish were the first mountain men to abide By the code of the canyon and the great divide [Verse 3] I stood on the Pecos where the water ran clear Cast behind a big boulder and hit 'em line after line Took 'em home to the skillet with a sprinkle of red But the banks are now crowded with a dark, heavy sign We shared the same vision, we carried the weight From the cold timber runs to the freezing night sky And the warning we shouted is echoing clear As the shadows close in on the Rocky Mountain high [Chorus] Yeah it's a Southern Rock high from the peaks to the plains Through Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona grades But the two mountain balladeers are singing no more They were standing as prophets at the high country door Now the three of us watch as the concrete veins bleed And the corporate machine trades the silence for greed [Outro] Sharp winter mornings with pinyon smoke The old code is broken, the master line broke Feel that morning chill and look up at the peaks Listen close to the warning the wild country speaks

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