Out where the bull is a little stronger, Out where the trails are a blame sight longer, That's way out West. Out where the skirts are a little higher, Where men are wilder and women shyer, And we'll all blow away if it gets much drier, That's way out West. Out where the bushes are full of stickers, And the whole blame country is full of slickers, that's way out West. Where the lizards pant in the summer heat, Where th white sands blister the kiote's feet, And we've nothing but jerky and bens to eat, that's way out West. Out where the rivers run upside down, and tow houses together are called a town, Taht's way out West. Where mules are too weary to bray or kick, Where hens are scarce and buzzards thick. And the devil won't stay cause it makes him sick. that's way out West. Where the cat-claw tree and the sagebrush grow, and their leaves get scorched when hot winds blow, Taht's way out West. Where the centipede and the rattler dwell, And "heelas" and scorpions do right well. And the only crop we can raise is hell. taht's way out West.