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Note: The town of Telluride, Colorado, began with rich gold strikes in the 1870's. This typically-boisterous boomtown attracted fortune-seekers from near and far, whose relatives sent them away with the castaway call, "To hell you ride." Many say that's how Telluride got its name. When the Silver Bell Mine shut down in 1959, the town seemed doomed, but today Telluride is a destination winter and summer resort, and some of Colorado's priciest real estate. Situated at nearly 9,000 feet above sea level, and surrounded by 14,000 foot peaks, it is one of Colorado's highest towns. Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Telluride, Colorado
TELLURIDE, COLORADO: The Song "To Hell You Ride" copyright©2004, Michael S. Robinson
Mama, don’t you fret none; Mama, don’t you cry I’m ridin’ north to find that motherlode, in the place where Colorado meets the sky. Chorus: She said, “T’ hell, you ride.” She begged, “T’ hell, you ride.” But, Ma, there’s gold in that there mountain And tomorrow, I’ll be countin’ The reasons why I came to T’hell you ride. Mama, don’t you fret none; But, Mama, I’m runnin’ out of food. I’ve found some color, but not enough to live, And I think I may have to pack it up for good. Chorus: She said, “T’ hell, you ride.” She begged, “T’ hell, you ride.” But, Ma, there’s gold in this here mountain And tomorrow, I’ll be countin’ The reasons why I came to T’hell you ride. Bridge: The say there is no gain, without a little bit of pain. But the gains are too small, and the pain is too strong And the motherlode has steered me wrong….. Mama, don’t you fret none, But, Mama, I’m bound to die. An early snow’s left me stranded, sick, and cold. This is where my Colorado meets the sky. Chorus: She said, “T’ hell, you ride.” She begged, “T’ hell, you ride.” But, Ma, there’s gold in this here mountain That I never will be countin’ And I wish I’d never rode to T’hell you ride, t’ hell you ride, t’ hell you ride. Telluride.
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