Hank Snow
Hank Snow
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A lonely spot I know
Where no man will go
Where the shadows have all the room
I was ridin' free on this old SP
Humming a southern tune
When a man came along
Made me hush my song
Kicked me off way out there
As she pulled out of sight
I turned to the right
The left and everywhere
But all I could see
Was a cactus tree
And a prairie dog playin' there
I watched the prairie dog
Feed on the tumbleweed
That's his home way out there
So I threw down my load
In the desert road
Rested my weary legs too
I watched the sinking sun
Make the tall shadows run
Out across that barren plain
Then I hummed a tune
To the risin' moon
He gets lonesome way out there
So I closed my eyes
To the starlit skies
And lost myself in dreams
I dreamed the desert sand
Was a milk and honey land
Then I awoke with a start
As she was passin' by
I caught her on the fly
Climbed in an open door
Then I turned around
To that desert ground
Saw the spot I would see no more
As I was ridin' away
I heard the pale moon say
"Farewell, pal it sure gets lonesome here" (way out here)
Way Out There was written by Bob Nolan.
Way Out There was produced by Chet Atkins.