Maybe what you've always wanted can be found in a small town deep in the Rocky Mountains.
Lyrics
On the streets of Leadville
You’ll find most any day
Folks who are just passin through
And the ones who came to stay
They’re miners of a different sort
They’re not searching for ore
They’ve got a stake in life itself
They all want something more
Like cowboy Karl from Mannheim
Who’s trying to look his best
With brand new boots, a Stetson hat
Silver buttons on his vest
He walks the dusty streets of town
With a rugged, rolling gait
He’s finally in the wild, wild west
One hundred years too late
It doesn’t matter where you’re from
Or what your daddy did
All that matters are the dreams
That you had as a kid
So as you walk that rocky road
Don’t ever let dreams die
The star you wished upon long ago
Is still there in the sky
And he doesn’t care
If he’s there
One hundred years too late
