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."
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