Way Out There
(A trio yodel that sounds just like the old train whistle.)
A lonely spot I know where no man will go
Where the shadows have all the room,
I was ridin’ free on the old S. P., humming a Southern tune
When a man came along, made me hush my song,
Kicked me off away out there.
So I threw down my load in the desert road,
Rested my weary legs.
I watched the sinking sun make the tall shadows run
Out across that barren plain.
Then I hummed a tune to the rising moon.
He gets lonesome ‘way out there.
So I closed my eyes to the starlit skies,
And I lost myself in dreams.
I dreamed the desert sand was a milk and honey land
Then I woke up with a start.
There’s a train coming back on that one-way track
Gonna take me ‘way from here.
As she was passing by, I caught her on the fly.
I climbed in an open door.
Then I turned around to that desert ground
Saw the spot I will see no more.
As I was riding away, I heard the pale moon say,
“Farewell, pal, it sure gets lonesome here.”
NB: Bob wrote at least one more verse to this song:
As she pulled out of sight, I turned to my right,
The left, and everywhere,
But all I could see was a cactus tree
And a prairie dog playing there.
Saw the prairie dog feed on the tumbling weed.
That’s his home away out there.
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