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Driving down the 550
Heading east out of Ouray
That bright sun is coming up over the mountains, and I got my favorite coffee cup with me
Thinking about you again
Pretty like this highway
Oh it's the kind of beauty you don't
See every day
You might think that I miss you
Now that might be true, oh
Thinking about these things
Wondering what life brings
Girl I might miss you a little
Well I still got my favorite coffee cup
And I'm still driving this old pickup truck
Driving down the 550
Thinking about these things
Colorado's beautiful
This time of year
Well it reminds me of you
When we met out here
When them aspens start quaking
And the snow starts coming down
Well I'd say it turns into a beautiful place
I'm kind of missing you right now
Driving down the 550
Heading east out of Ouray
Oh that bright sun is coming up over the mountains
And I've got my favorite coffee cup with me
Thinking about you again
Pretty like this highway
Oh it's the kind of beauty you don't see
Every day
I got this old pickup truck
And my favorite coffee cup oh
Heading down the 550
I guess I'll miss you till I get to Durango
You stole my heart
The first time we met
Well girl I just needed to clear my head
I'll be back in Ouray
Come tomorrow's sunrise
Oh to hold you in my arms
Cause it just
Feels right
So if you need me, well I'll be
Driving down the 550
Heading east out of Ouray
Well that bright sun is coming
Up over the mountains
And I got my favorite coffee cup with me
Thinking about you again
Pretty like this highway
Oh it's the kind of beauty you don't see
Every day