The b right lights of Denver
Are s hinin' like d iamonds
Like ten thousand j ewels in the s ky
And its nobody's business
Where you g oin' or where you c ome from
And you're judged by the l ook in your e ye
She s aw him that evenin' in a tavern in t own
In a quiet little o ut of the way p lace
And they smiled at each other
As he w alked through the d oor
And they danced with their s miles on their f aces
And they danced with their s miles on their f ace.