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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You keep building towns and laying railroad track
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And things get crazy and you have to use that sun
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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 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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And 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 anymore
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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
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Wild West
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| Joe Jackson |
