Dave Stamey - It's the West Lyrics
Tradin' gossip and spitin' on the floorIt's a domino game on Friday afternoonAnd trout jumpin' in a mountain streamAnd cotton fields along the San JoaquinAn old coyote fussin' at the moonAnd a hawk on a power lineBob wire fences pinion pineDesert road stretchin' 'cross the sandAnd tractors and coffee shopsAnd salesmen in used car lotsAnd windmills and old hippies in a vanIt's a place, it's a feelin'And sometimes it's just a state of mindIt may not be what you were looking forBut it's here in what you findAnd it's all these thingsIt's the westAnd cowboys ropin' in baseball capsAnd empty space on McNally mapsAnd yucca, creosote and sageAnd trailer parks in dusty townsAnd warm winds when the sun goes downAnd dry creeks and history on a pageIt's a place, it's a feelin'And sometimes it's just a state of mindIt may not be what you are looking forBut it's here in what you findAnd it's all these thingsIt's the westIt can be anything you ever dreamed ofAnd it might be more than you bargained forIt's an image up on the silver screenIt's a ranch kid doin' choresWhere grazing rights and conservationSmokes are cheeper on the reservationSixteen bails of oat hay to the tonAnd sycamores and prickly pearAnd barrel racers with great big hairAnd horses switchin' flys out in the sunIt's a place, it's a feelin'And sometimes it's just a state of mindIt may not be what you were looking forBut it's here in what you findAnd it's all these thingsIt's the westIt may not be what you were looking forBut it's here in what you findAnd it's all these thingsIt's the west
