Shovels & Rope - Come on utah

I was ^Gthirsty, I was lost, I was ^Am7hanging on a cross I was ^D7dying to make it back, to Color^Ca-d^Go ^GBones in a saddle, I was ^Am7weary from the battle The ^D7path was much too difficult to ^Cfo-^Gllow

Come on ^GUtah, get me over that ^Chill We got ^Dten more miles, gonna turn that dial and we ^Cnever coming back a^Ggain Come on ^GUtah, race me over that ^Cledge I wanna ^Dsee my son and carry my gun, like a ^Creal Ameri^Gcan

The ^Gwar had come and gone, and all the ^Am7lost ones had moved on, They would ^D7gather on the hill, to tell a ^Csto-^Gry U^Gtah! was his name, with a ^Am7calico mane He was ^D7shot out of a cannon in the ^Cmor-^Gning Well he ^Gsauntered to my side, and I ^Am7fell into his eyes And ^D7in them I saw fire mixed with ^Cmu-^Gsic So I ^Gclimbed up on his back, and we ^Am7lighted down the track And I ^D7yelled his name out so loud, everybody ^Cknew ^Git

I said, Come on ^GUtah, race me over that ^Chill Albu^Dquerque, Santa Fe, and on ^Cup the Rio ^GGrande Come on ^GUtah, race me over that ^Chill I’m a ^Dweary mile, I’m a jealous child, I got ^Csunshine on my ^Gskin

But the ^Chill is steep, and my arms are weak And I’m ^A7out of breath and there’s nothing left But this ^Cwind at my back, water in my pack And a ^Dhorse with a will like a cannon

^GWooo! Come on Utah! ^{Am7 D7 C G} [Outro] I was ^Gthirsty, I was lost, I was ^Am7hanging on a cross I was ^D7dying to make it back, to Color^Ca-d^Go