SARAH IN THE SUMMER
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band


I've driven this road as a stranger
I've driven this road as a friend
I've driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist
And I'm drivin' on it once again
It might be cold and long and lonely
But she's waitin' on the other side
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And joyfully I ride.
Joyfully I ride.

And I've climbed through Georgetown, to Silver Plume
The tunnel at Loveland's cold
The lake on the left is a little lower
Route 9 is the Breckenridge road
There's a sign right below Copper Mountain
Tellin' whether Independence runs free
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And that's where I wanna be
That's where I wanna be

In the evening shadow of Red Butte
Up the lane from the Slaughter House Bridge
The first cabin the moonlight strikes
As it crests the cleft in Hunter Crick Ridge
Up from between Old Red and Smuggler
Rising high on a piano bench there
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And what lies between beware
What lies between, beware

Oh, when the red sandstone sentinels
Rising high on either side
As I follow the Eagle Valley
Through the canyon where the Saints reside

In Mt. Snowmass' massive majesty south
And east out of Glennywood Springs
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
Where the Roaring River sings
The Roaring River sings.

I've driven this road as a stranger
I've driven this road as a friend
I've driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist
And I'm drivin' on it once again
It might be cold and long and lonely
But she's waitin' on the other side
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And joyfully I ride.
Joyfully I ride.



(Transcribed by Nancy & family - August 2003)