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Now if i may indulge in a bit of personal history, a few years ago i worked for a while at the los alamos scientific laboratory in new mexico. i had a job there as a spy. no, i guess you know th |
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E staff out there at that time was composed almost exclusively of spies... of one persuasion or another. and, while i was out there, i came to realize how much the wild west had changed since th |
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D old days of wyatt earp and home on the range, and here then is a modern cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful metamorphosis called the wild west is where i wanna be. |
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Along the trail you'll find me lopin' |
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Where the spaces are wide open, |
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In the land of the old a.e.c. (yea-hah!) |
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Where the scenery's attractive, |
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And the air is radioactive, |
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Oh, the wild west is where i wanna be. |
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Mid the sagebrush and the cactus, |
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I'll watch the fellas practice |
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Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze. |
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I'll have on my sombrero, |
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And of course i'll wear a pair o' |
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Levis over my lead b.v.d.'s. |
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Ah will leave the city's rush, |
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Leave the fancy and the plush, |
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Leave the snow and leave the slush |
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And the crowds. |
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Ah will seek the desert's hush, |
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Where the scenery is lush, |
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How i long to see the mush- |
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Room clouds. |
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'mid the yuccas and the thistles |
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I'll watch the guided missiles, |
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While the old f.b.i. watches me. (yea-hah!) |
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Yes, i'll soon make my appearance |
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(soon as i can get my clearance), |
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'cause the wild west is where i wanna be. |
