Out West Somewhere

Out West Somewhere

I guess I’m a renegade, want to run away
Take my chances out on the plain
I hate this stockade fence, rather take my chances
A thousand miles from here

I read it on the bulletin board at the Biltmore
They’re calling for cow hands out on the plain
It sounds like challenging work for a hotel clerk
Who’s never been anywhere
Much less out west somewhere

I wouldn’t know a Winchester from a feather duster
But I’ll take my chances out on the plain
I could find myself or lose myself or lose my scalp
A thousand miles from here

But then, on the other hand, I’m three times seven
In a free land out on the plain
A free man with a second chance
A thousand miles from here
Talking ‘bout out west somewhere

My life is a dry river where only the tears will flow
Since my wife ran off with a Bible thumper
A couple of years ago

That’s why I’m a renegade, want to run away
Take my chances out on the plain
I could find myself or lose myself or lose my scalp
What the hell, a thousand miles from here
Talking ‘bout out west somewhere
Out west somewhere
Out west somewhere