I came down from Denver Following the band I don't know what they call themselves But I like the way they jam The drummer's got a girlfriend And she takes care of them But I came down from Denver And I don't have a plan I remember back in Memphis We were holding hands Singing to the King Out on the front lawn of Graceland The rain was pouring down On all the Elvis fans Running out of money We just had to make Cheyenne Fevered dreams on river beds Mescaline up in our heads I lost you in the mountains Where you found yourselves ♪ I came down from Denver Now I'm sleeping in van I don't know just how long I'll stay Or if I'll be back again Maybe in the morning I'll head up to Spokane But I came down from Denver And I don't have a plan Yeah, I came down from Denver And I don't have a plan