I'd travel the plains.
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In mountain streams I'd paddle.
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Over the Rockies I would trail.
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I'd hark to the strains
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Of cowboys in the saddle-
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Not very musical but male.
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I've roamed o'er the range with the herd,
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Where seldom is heard an intelligent word.
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Git along, little taxi, you can keep the change.
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I'm riding home to my kitchen range
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Way out west on West End Avenue.
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Oh, I love to listen to the wagon wheels
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That bring the milk that your neighbor steals
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Way out west on West End Avenue.
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Keep all your mountains
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And your lone prairie so pretty,
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Give me the fountains
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That go wring at Rodeo City.
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I would trade your famous deer and antelope
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For one tall beer and a cantaloupe
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Way out west on West End Avenue.
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Yippee-aye-ay!
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Way Out West (On West End Avenue)
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| Ray Charles |
