F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab 

[Verse 1]
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He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
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Along the roads that wind on through
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The hot Mojave and the Jericho
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He'd start his whole life anew
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And what he left behind he hadn't valued
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Half as much as some things he never knew
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Right around sundown...
F                       Bbm
He got dropped off on a street in town
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Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said
 F                          Bbm
"Son, this ain't no western movie matinee
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You're a long way off from yippie-yi-yay
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'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from around these parts
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You've got a green look about'cha--that's a gringo for starts
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Sometimes the only thing a western savage understands
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Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man Like you"
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"So you gotta keep on the move!
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Don't let that fancy paint job fool you! "
F
Then the old timer pulled him close and said

[Chorus 1]
F                         Bbm
You've come a long way, I know
F#                        Ab
You've got a longer drive ahead
F                        Bbm
Through the bones of the buffalo
F#                        Ab
Through the claims of the western dead, and
F                         Bbm
Just like the spokes of a wheel
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You'll spin 'round with the rest
F                             Bbm
You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
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You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F#                          Ab                    F
You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west

[Bridge]
N.C.
Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fire
N.C.
Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
N.C.
But you can't close off the wilderness
N.C.
He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
N.C.
And found himself peering down the muzzle
N.C.
Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner
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"There's a conflict," he said, "there's a conflict
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Between land and people
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The people have to go
             F#                   Ab
They've come all the way out here to make mining claims
F
To do automobile body work
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To gamble
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Take pictures
F
To not have to do laundry
F#
To own a mini-bike
Ab
Have their own cb radios and air conditioning
F
Good plumbing for sure
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And to sell Time/Life books and to work in a deli
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To have a little chili every morning
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And maybe... Maybe to own their own gas stations again
         F#
And take drugs
          Ab
Have some crazy sex
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But above all, above all, to have a fair shake
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To get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie
F
And spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"

[Chorus 2]
F                                    Bbm
Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
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Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree
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To stake their claims on these prarie plains
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While they say you this lunch is not had for free
F                         Bbm
Just like the spokes of a wheel
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Who'll spin 'round with the rest
F                              Bbm
They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
Bbm F#                        Ab
And I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
 F             Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F#                        Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
 F             Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F#                        Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
 F             Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F#                        Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
 F             
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
N.C.
I used to be somebody!
N.C.
I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
N.C.
Do you hear me? I've been there!
N.C.
I used to be somebody, god damn you!
N.C.
I've been there before!
N.C.
Don't walk away!
N.C.
Well, you--you wanted unleaded?
N.C.
Unleaded--that's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
N.C.
No, it's out of order.