| Out to the west there’s a trail that leads somewhere
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| And a call of the wild that takes some people there
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| Through Monument Valley to California sun
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| From New Amsterdam to the Way the West Was Won
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| Well, years will go by when you won’t get nowhere
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| You’re cold and you’re tired and you’re free and you don’t care
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| You keep pushin' on when your friends keep turning back
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| And you keep building towns and laying railroad track
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| And things get crazy and you have to use that gun
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| And you wonder if this is the way the west is won
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| But keep thinkin' that way and you won’t get nowhere
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| 'Cause you got a right just to get where you’re goin' to
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| Gotta keep runnin' gotta be the best
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| Gotta walk tall in the wild west
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| You keep on the move or you try to settle down
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| And there’s strangers from further and further away in town
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| And you give them some tools and they know what must be done
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| And you know who’s the boss and you know the west was won
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| And they say…
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| Where I come from you can’t get nowhere
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| I’m breaking my back for some opportunity
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| Making my fortune and I’ll take it all home
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| Tell my kids about the wild west
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| But there’s still beauty as the flowers bloom on desert sands
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| And there’s still hope as the sun rises over the Rio Grande
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| But it’s so crowded now and nothing’s simple any more
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| And they’re still knocking at your door
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| You hear guns in the night and you hope they’re not for you
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| 'Cause a dog eats a dog then he eats his master too
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| In the land of the free and the not so often brave
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| There’s both love or money, now choose which you will save
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| But… keep thinkin' that way and you won’t get nowhere
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| 'Cause you got a right just to get where you’re goin' to
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| Gotta keep runnin' gotta be the best
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| Gotta walk tall in the wild west |