Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Glen Allen Green
Saddle my horse, I'm riding again
Back on the trail of desperate men
I hear the frontier calling to me
It's calling us all to His hanging tree
Real love burns in the fading light
I smell smoke from a living fire
Real life calls me into the night
It calls for a rider, so I must ride
Out west, someone's calling my name
I hear another angel cryin' again
Out west, the sun is settin' on pain
I know another soul is dyin'
Hand me my badge, two pieces of wood
Carpenter smooth and polished with blood
Pack up His Word, it's time wе began
We're rangеrs of love who ride for His brand
Real love burns in the darkest night
I see hope on the far horizons
Real life yearns for the living light
So I am riding, as so we must ride
Out west, someone's calling my name
I hear another angel cryin' again
Out west, the sun is settin' on pain
I know another soul is dyin'
Out west, someone's calling my name
I hear another angel cryin' again
Out west, the sun is settin' on pain
I know another soul is dyin'
Is dyin' out west
Ooh, out west
Out west
You know they're dyin' out west
Mmm, out west
You know they're dyin' away
Out west, someone's calling my name
I hear another angel cryin' again
Out west, the sun is settin' on pain
I know another soul is dyin'
Out west, someone's calling my name
I hear another angel cryin' again
Out west, the sun is settin' on pain
I know another soul is dyin' out west
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Mmm, out west
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
You know they're dyin' out west
Ooh-ooh...
You know they're dyin' out west
Out west
You know they're dyin' out west...
Out West was written by Glen Allen Green.
Out West was produced by Glen Allen Green.