In the coldest peaks of them Rockies
Where you once made your home
In a smoky bar in that mile -high city
Is where I first saw you standing alone
Well, Sam Cooke had played
while we smiled and we swayed
And I knew before the end of the song
You were trouble, but all I could say
Was bring that trouble home
And so for six short days
As we lived each moment
like it might be our last
In a roadhouse in Bozeman,
I forced you to dance
And I know you didn't hate me for that
All your secrets stayed secret
Mine seemed to flow
like the endless supply from a flask
You were trouble and I lost control
When you were trouble I couldn't help
And I know what I was feeling
Made you scared and made you run
Before it started it was already undone
I could love you forever
I ain't never been my own mama's
son
You know a wounded heart is like rain
Once broken becomes ice and snow
When the cold finally lifted
after hardest winter
I was ready to live and let go
Springtime was lonesome,
summer was too
But the leaves hung and I met you
You were trouble,
but I wasn't trouble too
You said that we were through
And I know what I was feeling
Made you scared and made you run
Before it started it was already undone
I could love you forever
I ain't never been my own mama's son
I could have loved you forever
I ain't never been my dear
momma's son