Out West
yes, you drive a pick-up
wear your boots and hat
your body's in the city
that's not where your mind's at
you dream of open fences
a meadow for your horse
a stream behind a cabin
stone hearth to keep you warm
the day is getting nearer
when you toss your tie and run
you hear the mountains calling
out west where you belong
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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