She said nothing beats the sight of Telluride this time of year So I bought a couple flights before that snow disappeared And we planned it out together, but somewhere along the way Those leaves in late November weren't the only thing to change It's gonna be a cold, cold winter beneath these Colorado pines Who knew that you could feel so low ten thousand feet up high? It's gonna be a long, long December in this heartbroke postcard town There won't be much to remember the way this whiskey's going down And I hope that summer comes and I don't miss her It's gonna be a, a cold, cold winter They're calling for a record low, but hell, who's even counting? 'Cause it's all gone downhill and I ain't talking 'bout the mountains Oh, ice and bourbon sure ain't working enough to warm me up It's gonna be a cold, cold winter beneath these Colorado pines Who knew that you could feel so low ten thousand feet up high? It's gonna be a long, long December in this heartbroke postcard town There won't be much to remember the way this whiskey's going down And I hope that summer comes and I don't miss her It's gonna be a, a cold, cold winter When I finally catch that red eye back to Tennessee I hope no one asks why a sold-out flight's got an empty seat It's gonna be a cold, cold winter beneath these Colorado pines Who knew that you could feel so low ten thousand feet up high? It's gonna be a long, long December in this heartbroke postcard town There won't be much to remember the way this whiskey's going down And I hope that summer comes and I don't miss her It's gonna be a, a cold, cold winter