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

well

come on utah

get me over that hill

we got ten more miles

oh now

turn that dial

we're never coming back again

well

come on utah

raise 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 the cannon every morning

well

he sauntered to my side

and i fell into 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

come on utah

raise me over that ledge

albuquerque

santa fe

and on up the rio grande

yeah

come on utah

get me over that hill

well

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