Don’t stare at those peaks in that magazine boy
Don’t gaze at that blue sky like that
Don’t watch those horse operas on late night TV
Don’t try on that cowboy hat
Try not to wonder how your life might be
If you had a few acres out West
Just keep on doing that 9 to 5 thing
Trust me, it’s all for the best
That’s what they told him for most of his life
And he always did what he was told
But somehow he wanted a bit of enchantment
He wanted to live large and bold
He wanted to breathe some clean air in the pines
He wanted to ride all day long
He wanted to sit by a campfire at night
And sing him a fine cowboy song
The red rocks kept calling his name all the time
He tried to ignore it for years
Then one day he gave up and answered the call
His friends wrung their hands and shed tears
“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”
He said (feeling a bit like a fool)
And he cast off the life that was all that he’d known
Headed west as the weather turned cool
And it wasn’t an easy thing, no not at all
There were hard times ahead for the boy
But he never looked back and he never complained
For the West filled his young heart with joy
And he lived his life well on that small plot of land
He smiled as his pastures turn green
And he stared at the peaks and remembered the day
When he’d opened that old magazine
“Don’t stare Boy”, they told him. “Don’t dream silly things”
"Don’t think about warm canyon winds"
But if a man’s smart, when he hears that call
He’ll follow his dream to the end
