He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
and along the roads that wind on through
the hot mojave and the jericho / he'd start his
whole life anew
and what he'd left behind he hadn't valued
half as much as some things he never knew
he got dropped off on a street in town
where a grey old man looked him up and down and
said,
\"son this ain't no western movie matinee
and you're a long way off from yippee yi yay
'cause i can tell at a glance you're not from
'round these parts.
got a green look about ya, and that's a gringo for
starts
sometimes the only things a western savage
understands
are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man like
you.\"

and then the old-timer pulled him close and said,
\"you've come a long way, i know, you got a longer
drive ahead
through the bones of a buffalo, through the claims
of the western dead
and just like the spokes of a wheel you'll spin
'round with the rest,
you'll hear the drums and the brush of steel,
you'll hear the call of the west.\" / call of the
west
you'll hear the call of the west / call of the
west

(the conflict:) harshly awakened by the sound of
six rounds of light
caliber rifle fire followed minutes later by the
booming of nine rounds
from a heavier rifle, but you can't close off the
wilderness. he heard
the snick of a rifle bolt and found himself
staring down the muzzle of a
weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner.
\"there's a conflict,\" he
said. \"there's a conflict between land and
people...the people have to
go. they've come all the way out here to make
mining claims, to do
automobile body work, to gamble, to take pictures,
to not have to do
laundry, to own a mini-bike, to have their own cb
radios and air
conditioning, good plumbing for sure, and to sell
time/life books and to
work in a deli, to have some chili every morning
and maybe...maybe to own
their own gas stations again and to take drugs and
have some crazy sex,
but above all, above all to have a fair shake, to
get a piece of the rock
and a slice of the pie and to spit out the window
of your car and not
have the wind blow it back in your face.\"

now from the high timber lines to the deserts dry
who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree?
to stake their claims on these prairie plains
while they say this lunch is not had for free?
just like the spokes of a wheel who'll spin 'round
with the rest?
they'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
and i'll hear the call of the west / call of the
west
i'll hear the call of the west / call of the west

(\"i used to be somebody! i used to be somebody,
do you hear me? do you
hear me? i...i've been there! i used to be
somebody, goddamn you! i've
been there before! don't walk away!\")