Before you read a travel ad And scamper off to Trinidad Too often in New York and Yucatan Go west, young man
In the east they live on doughnuts In the west the natives grow up And I guarantee you go nuts If you come To the lone prairie
Yippi-yay, yippi-yay Yippi-yay-yay-yay Yippi-yi, yippi-yi, yippi-yi Go west, young man
Go where the airport's tearing the chest Young man You can ride a bucking pronco or a pony You can cut a calf in half And make baloney Go west, young man
Go right up there and give 'em The very best you can Don't go north, don't go south Don't go east, have a care Don't go up, don't go down Don't go here, don't go there
If you are fond of hunting There's no place that can compare You may not bag a lion or a tiger or a bear But if you want a jack-ass There are plenty of them there Go west, young man
In sunny California When the clouds are breaking loose And you complain about The rain they give you this excuse It isn't raining when you know it's raining orange juice Go west, young man
The judges there are very fair They always are of course A cowboy and his Mrs. Went to court for a divorce The cowboy got the children And the Mrs. got the horse Go west, young man
Go out and till the soil there Dig for gold and you'll find oil there Where the snow flies, as the crow flies Go west, red hall
If there is a cattle shortage Which can happen like it's not And they can't find a hunk of meat To chuck into the pot
They sit around and beef About the beef they haven't got Go west, young man Yippi!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
