Come On Utah

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I was thirsty, I was lost, I was 
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hanging on a cross
      D7                       
I was dying to make it back, to 
      C  G
Colora-do
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Bones in a saddle, I was weary from 
the battle
    D7                             
The path was much too difficult to 
C  G
fo-llow

[Chorus 1]
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Come on Utah, get me over that hill
       D                         
We got ten more miles, gonna turn 
                  C                
that dial and we never coming back 
  G
again
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Come on Utah, race me over that 
 C
ledge
        D                          
I wanna see my son and carry my 
         C         G
gun, like a real American

[Break]
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[Verse 2]
    G                              
The war had come and gone, and all 
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the lost ones had moved on,
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They would gather on the hill, to 
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tell a sto-ry
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Utah! was his name, with a calico 
mane
       D7                          
He was shot out of a cannon in the 
C   G
mor-ning
        G                          
Well he sauntered to my side, and I
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 fell into his eyes
    D7                            
And in them I saw fire mixed with 
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mu-sic
     G                             
So I climbed up on his back, and we
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 lighted down the track
      D7                           
And I yelled his name out so loud, 
          C    G
everybody knew it

[Chorus 2]
                G                  
I said, Come on Utah, race me over 
     C
that hill
    D                         C   
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and on up 
       G
the Rio Grande
        G                       C
Come on Utah, race me over that hill
      D                        
I’m a weary mile, I’m a jealous 
              C              G
child, I got sunshine on my skin

[Bridge]
        C
But the hill is steep, and my arms 
are weak
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And I’m out of breath and there’s 
nothing left
         C
But this wind at my back, water in 
my pack
      D
And a horse with a will like a 
cannon

[Break]
G     Am7    D7   C    G
G                    Am7    D7   
Wooo! Come on Utah!
C    G


[Otro]
      G                          
I was thirsty, I was lost, I was 
Am7
hanging on a cross
      D7                       
I was dying to make it back, to 
      C  G
Colora-do