Testo C'mon utah! Shovels And 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

C'mon Utah!
Get me over that hill!
We got ten more miles [?] dial
We're never coming back again
C'mon Utah!
Race 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 [?]

Saunter to my side
[?] to his eyes
And in them I saw fire mixed with music
So I climbed up on his back
And we lighted down the track
And I yelled his name out so loud everybody knew it

I said, c'mon Utah!
Race me over that ledge!
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and on up the Rio Grande
Yeah, c'mon Utah!
Get me over that hill!
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