Bruce Springsteen - Evacuation Of The West Lyrics
It was on the day the cowboys were abandoned from the ranchMiddle touch world as a masterThey rode their ponies down in the cities of goldTo leave them for ever afterNow the sun was swollen red and oldThe earth it was windy, dark and coldWere the highway ends the desert takes its tollSodusty, red and angryIt was a time when men died out on the praireFrom not having a decent friendAt nights the ghosts to the more of ridersWas a howl in the candid windsYou can here them cryingGood god, i think they're dyingWhen them rangers down in dallasHad all, but given it up and leftAnd those that hang on hopingWas trying their best to, to forgetThe way those outlaws and desperadoesRight from the cheapest to the bestRode in on ponies made of skin and bonesKeep up their rusty guns and went back homeAnd the governor was sent down from population controlAnd marshall all was pastRiverboat gamblers put their money on faithFor the time for hope they passedIn the cold blue light of the desert nightThere was a thousand starry shipsAnd men came down from still i don't now whereWith death on their fingertipsNow there's no more kings in texasI swear they rounded up each and everyoneAnd old atlanta canastogaReached from the rocky mountains into the old dead sunNow anna maria walks the blames aloneThe last of a struggling peopleShe thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skiesAnd got stuck up on a steamboatOh, you can hear them cryingGood god, i think they're dyingIn the wind you can hear them sighing
