Lyrics and Music by Bill Aspinwall
© W. F. Aspinwall, 2005
Blue jeans and brook trout, five friends that checked out,
born in a small town, wife says that I frown
Fish with my grandad, memories I had
like Christmas eve snow
Dozens of cousins, my uncles and aunts
Arapahoe Rodeo
Wheat fields and foothills, parents on white pills
Farmers and miners, small change in the diners
summers in bare feet, parades came down Pearl Street
on the 4th of July
and up at the treeline, a buck and a doe
Arapahoe Rodeo
Up Coal Creek Canyon, we had a small cabin
no electric, no water, no phone
After all of these changes in my life
I still wish it was home.
Fording the stream beds with cowboys and pot heads
a pinto with white sox, Hendrix at Red Rocks
Hardly said one word, but I often wondered
how snakes wave goodbye
A snowman is melting, the creek starts to flow
Arapahoe Rodeo
