I was thirsty, I was lost, I was hanging on a cross
I was dying to make it back, to Colora-do
Bones in a saddle, I was weary from the battle
The path was much too difficult to fo-llow
Come on Utah, get me over that hill
We got ten more miles, gonna turn that dial and we never coming back again
Come on Utah, race me over that ledge
I wanna see my son and carry my gun, like a real American
Break
verse 2
The war had come and gone, and all the lost ones had moved on,
They would gather on the hill, to tell a sto-ry
Utah! was his name, with a calico mane
He was shot out of a cannon in the mor-ning
Well he sauntered to my side, and I fell into his eyes
And in them I saw fire mixed with mu-sic
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, race me over that hill
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and on up the Rio Grande
Come on Utah, race me over that hill
I?m a weary mile, I?m a jealous child, I got sunshine on my skin
Bridge
But the hill is steep, and my arms are weak
And I?m out of breath and there?s nothing left
But this wind at my back, water in my pack
And a horse with a will like a cannon
Break
Wooo! Come on Utah!
Outro
I was thirsty, I was lost, I was hanging on a cross
I was dying to make it back, to Colora-do