verse 1 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