Come On Utah

      G                          Am7
I was thirsty, I was lost, I was hanging on a cross
      D7                             C  G
I was dying to make it back, to Colora-do
G                        Am7
Bones in a saddle, I was weary from the battle
    D7                             C  G
The path was much too difficult to fo-llow

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

[Break]
G     Am7    D7   C    G

[Verse 2]
    G                                  Am7
The war had come and gone, and all the lost ones had moved on,
           D7                            C   G
They would gather on the hill, to tell a sto-ry
 G                         Am7
Utah! was his name, with a calico mane
       D7                          C   G
He was shot out of a cannon in the mor-ning
        G                           Am7
Well he sauntered to my side, and I fell into his eyes
    D7                            C  G
And in them I saw fire mixed with mu-sic
     G                              Am7
So I climbed up on his back, and we lighted down the track
      D7                                     C    G
And I yelled his name out so loud, everybody knew it

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

[Bridge]
        C
But the hill is steep, and my arms are weak
        A7
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   C    G
Wooo! Come on Utah!

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