Another of the many GOLDEN OLDIES
by the Sons Of The Pioneers
and Bob Nolan


WAY OUT THERE
Recorded by The Sons Of The Pioneers Writer: 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."