Ship came from the east side, early 1868
Young stowaway in toe below, never saw the light of day
Washed up there in Baltimore, spent some time in Chi-town
But one train ride west to Denver, that's all we talk about

Here's to Rocky Mountain water in a place
that they call Golden
A hundred fifty years ago
no, there wasn't no way of knowing
What the hell we'd drink today if he hadn't paved his way
Mr. Coors, thanks for everything

First time that we met was a banquet south of Boulder
We stuck 'em down deep in that snow, man
they couldn't get no colder
Now we raise 'em high to memories made
and loved ones lost along the way
That's a hand a wish I got to shake
Someday I hope I do

Here's to Rocky Mountain water in a place
that they call Golden
A hundred fifty years ago, no
there wasn't no way of knowing
What the hell we'd drink today if he hadn't paved his way
Mr. Coors, thanks for everything

Every song, every dance, every cracking of a can
Every football game on Saturdays and front porch, man to man

Here's to Rocky Mountain water in a place
that they call Golden
A hundred fifty years ago
no, there wasn't no way of knowing
What the hell we'd drink today if he hadn't paved his way
Mr. Coors, thanks for everything

Oh, Mr. Coors, thanks for everything