WAY OUT THERE
Recorded by The Sons of the Pioneers
Written by Bob Nolan

A lonely spot I know where no man will go
Where the shadows have all the room,
I was ridin' free on the old SP
Softly humming a southern tune,
When a man came along, made me hush my song,
Kicked me off away out there.

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.

So I threw down my load in the desert road
And rested my weary legs,
Watched the sinking sun make the tall shadows
Out across the barren plain,
Then I hummed a tune to the rising moon.
He gets lonesome 'way out there.

And then I closed my eyes to the starlit skies
And I lost myself in dreams,
Dreamt 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, 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;
And as I rode away, heard the pale moon say,
"Farewell, pal, it gets lonesome here."