Call Of The West

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[Verse 1]

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He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
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Along the roads that wind on through
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The hot Mojave and the Jericho
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He'd start his whole life anew
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And what he left behind he hadn't valued
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Half as much as some things he never knew
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Right around sundown...
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He got dropped off on a street in town
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Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said
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"Son, this ain't no western movie matinee
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You're a long way off from yippie-yi-yay
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'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from around these parts
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You've got a green look about'cha--that's a gringo for starts
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Sometimes the only thing a western savage understands
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Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man Like you"
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"So you gotta keep on the move!
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Don't let that fancy paint job fool you! "
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Then the old timer pulled him close and said

[Chorus 1]

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You've come a long way, I know
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You've got a longer drive ahead
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Through the bones of the buffalo
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Through the claims of the western dead, and
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Just like the spokes of a wheel
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You'll spin 'round with the rest
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You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
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You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
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You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west

[Bridge]

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Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fire
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Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
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But you can't close off the wilderness
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He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
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And found himself peering down the muzzle
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Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner
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"There's a conflict," he said, "there's a conflict
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Between land and people
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The people have to go
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They've come all the way out here to make mining claims
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To do automobile body work
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To gamble
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Take pictures
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To not have to do laundry
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To own a mini-bike
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Have their own cb radios and air conditioning
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Good plumbing for sure
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And to sell Time/Life books and to work in a deli
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To have a little chili every morning
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And maybe... Maybe to own their own gas stations again
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And take drugs
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Have some crazy sex
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But above all, above all, to have a fair shake
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To get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie
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And spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"

[Chorus 2]

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Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
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Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree
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To stake their claims on these prarie plains
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While they say you this lunch is not had for free
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Just like the spokes of a wheel
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Who'll spin 'round with the rest
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They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
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And I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
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(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
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I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
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(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
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I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
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(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
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I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
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(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
N.C.
I used to be somebody!
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I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
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Do you hear me? I've been there!
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I used to be somebody, god damn you!
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I've been there before!
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Don't walk away!
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Well, you--you wanted unleaded?
N.C.
Unleaded--that's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
N.C.
No, it's out of order.