Story Behind The Song

Love the Telluride area and have researched its history.

Song Description

Legend has it that Telluride was named by the sendoff used by those saying goodbye to loved ones seeking their fortunes on the west slope of the Rockies. But weather, at the 9,000 foot elevation was erratic, and winter storms could nit any time of the ye

Lyrics

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.