By: Jimmy Buffett 

1970 

Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages 

Lookin' at the world through magazine pages 

I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range 

Made this stop for personal reasons 

Didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons 

Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees 



Chorus: 

I'm about a mile high in Denver 

Where the rock meets timberline 

I've walked this ground from town to town 

Just to finally call it mine 



Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining 

Hopin' that the sun will keep on shinin' 

Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently 

Need a little love to try some givin' 

Try a little love and then start livin' 

Things I feared so long ago 

When everything was wrong 



Chorus: 

I'm about a mile high in Denver 

Where the rock meets timberline 

I've walked this ground from town to town 

Tonight I'll call it mine 

Tonight I'll call it mine 



Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages 

Lookin' at the world through magazine pages 

I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range 

Need a little time to try some livin' 

Try a little love and then start givin' 

Things I feared so long ago 

When everything was wrong 



I'm about a mile high in Denver 

Where the rock meets timberline 

Where God and trees create the breeze 

Tonight I'll call it mine 

Tonight I'll call it mine 

Tonight I'll call it mine 

Tonight I'll call it mine 

Tonight I'll call it mine