Words/Music – Rand Anderson
Late night in Telluride
Stumbling through the dark
Finding my way by the light of the moon
Somewhere in Town Park
In the distance, I could here the rumble
Of the dog house down below
I was getting so much closer to that high, lonesome sound
Of a fiddle and a bow
Two beers are better than one
Two beers are better than one
If it all goes right
I’ll fall on my face tonight
Two beers are better than one
Crowded together in an easy up
Letting all those good times roll
The propane warms the instruments
The music warms my soul
I’m that guy that doesn’t have a ticket
No tent, no beer, no cash
I’ll just drink from someone else’s cooler
And smoke up all their stash
Two joints are better than one
Two joints are better than one
If it all goes right
I’ll smoke all your weed tonight
Two joints are better than one
Friday’s get freaky, there’s a party at the Tiki
Watching all those hippy girls dance
And while their boyfriends are busy playing bluegrass music
I’ll be looking for my chance
I keep getting NO for an answer
I say why can’t everybody be free?
Stealing what I can I just can’t get enough
Of this festival built for me
Two girls are better than one
Two girls are better than one
If it all goes right
I’ll be in your tent tonight
Two girls are better than one
If it all goes right
I’ll get all I need tonight
Two beers are better than
Two joints are better than
Two girls are better than one
