The Shining Mountains

To the shining mountains, to fetch my cache. Up the Colorado, across the flats to the Canadien, along the Santa Fe trail for a stretch, a jog north and up the Purgatoire, north across the San Luis Valley, along the off side of the saquaquachi-pa, up and over the divide at Independence, down into the hole on the Roaring Fork, in the shadow of Sopris, a might south of the Crystal. Although, if the pass is snowed in, I'll take the long way 'round, and look up some of my favorite dancin' girls in Denver.

To fetch my cache, and bring it home.

Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be watchin' my top-knot.