Call Of The West


Song Title: Call Of The West
Releases: Call Of The West, Granma's House
Year: 1982
Runtime: 6:00
Vocals: Stan Ridgway
Written By: Bruce Moreland, Stan Ridgway

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Lyrics

He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
Along the roads that wind on through
The hot Mojave and the Jericho
He'd start his whole life anew
And what he'd left behind he hadn't valued
Half as much as some things he never knew

Right around sundown

He got dropped off on a street in town
Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said
"Son this ain't no western movie matinee
And you're a long way off from yippee yi yay
'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from 'round these parts
Got a green look about ya, and that's a gringo for starts
Sometimes the only things a western savage understands
Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man like you"

So you gotta keep on the move
Don't let that fancy paintjob fool you

Then the old-timer pulled him close and said
"You've come a long way, I know
You got a longer drive ahead
Through the bones of a buffalo
Through the claims of the western dead
And just like the spokes of a wheel
You'll spin 'round with the rest
You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
You'll hear the call of the west"
Call of the west

You'll hear the call of the west
Call of the west

Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light caliber rifle fire
Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
But you can't close off the wilderness
He heard the snick of a rifle bolt and found himself staring down the muzzle
Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner

"There's a conflict" he said. "There's a conflict between land and people. The people have to go. They've come all the way out here, to make mining claims, to do automobile body work, to gamble, to take pictures, to not have to do laundry, to own a mini-bike, to have their own CB radios and air conditioning, good plumbing for sure, and to sell time/life books and to work in a deli, to have some chili every morning, and maybe... maybe to own their own gas stations again and to take drugs and have some crazy sex. But above all, above all to have a fair shake, to get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie and to spit out the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"

Now from the high timber lines to the deserts dry
Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree?
To stake their claims on these prairie plains
While they say this lunch is not had for free?
Just like the spokes of a wheel
Who'll spin 'round with the rest?
They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
And I'll hear the call of the west
Call of the west

I'll hear the call of the west
Call of the west
I'll hear the call of the west
Call of the west
I'll hear the call of the west
Call of the west
I'll hear the call of the west
Call of the west

("I used to be somebody! I used to be somebody, do you hear me? do you hear me? I—I've been there! I used to be somebody, goddamn you! I've been there before! Don't walk away!")

("What, y'—you wanted unleaded? Unleaded—that's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay? Naw, it's out of order.")

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