Nobody move, nobody breathe
No one gets hurt but me
Put the goods in the bag
Lay it down easy

Colorado
The horses want to run up Fifth Avenue
And I'd run too but I'm wearing these high heeled shoes
Someone trip the alarm

Let the sirens come screaming Colorado
Everyone put their hands on their head
And their eyes on the ground
No matter what you hear

Don't turn around
'Cause it's likely to get messy
And it's likely to get loud
And I'd prefer to spare everyone but me

The sight of it all falling down
Cats in the bag
So lay it down easy
Colorado

Never knew how I felt till I felt that gun in my hands
Never know the sound of my voice till I heard it with a pistol in my hands
I'm going out those front doors like Butch and Sundance
Gunning straight up the middle with the sun in my eyes

Wanting for nothing but one bold moment in a fearful life
Today is a May day with a fair wind blowing
Today no more May days, it's a good day to die
What else could I do?

You see how it goes
You're left with no front door
And a back door that's closed
So when they ask

My name
Is
Colorado

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Barry Reynolds, Joshua G I Grange, Shannon Maureen McNally