Lyrics C'mon Utah! - Shovels & Rope

C'mon Utah!

I was thirsty, I was lost
I was hanging on a cross
I was dying to make it back to Colorado
Bones in a saddle
I was weary from the battle
The path was much too difficult to follow
Well, come on Utah
Get me over that hill
We got ten more miles, oh now, turn that dial
We’re never coming back again
Well, come on Utah
Raise me over that ledge
I wanna see my son and carry my gun
Like a real American
The wall had come and gone
And all the lost ones had moved on
They would gather on the hill to tell their story
Utah was his name
He had a calico mane
He would stride out on the cannon every morning
Well, he sauntered to my side
And I fell into his eyes
And in them I saw fire mixed with music
So I climbed up on his back (On his back)
And we lighted down the track
And I yelled his name out so loud everybody knew it
I said, come on Utah
Raise me over that ledge
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and on up the Rio Grande
Yeah, come on Utah
Get me over that hill
Well, I’m a weary mile, I’m a jealous child
I got sunshine on my skin
But the hill is steep
And my arms are weak
And I’m out of breath
And there’s nothing left
But there’s wind at my back
Water in my pack
And horse with a will
Like a cannon
I was thirsty, I was lost
I was hanging on a cross
I was dying to make it back to Colorado