Stewart McKie
Am, C, D, Em, G
I know Goldstown and Colorado, it seems a lifetime ago.
The afternoon rain showers fallin', mark the hour it's time to go.
A heatwave followed us that summer, down Tornado Alley Road.
The summer night starts turning cold, that's just the way that these things go.
In the canyon of lost companions, in an old ghost town called Rattlesnake.