Young Wesley

Lyrics:

• There once was a gambler and Westley was his name.


• He'd ride many miles for the chance to play his game


• And the life-lines surrounded his eyes, so they say,


• Like the highways he'd come on his way.


• They tell of the lady who came through to rest a while


• Weary of the rounders as she was from the miles


• On that hot dusty day as she watched him at his play


• She thought she heard something far inside her say


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• She could tell he was an outlaw like she'd fell in with before.


• She saw herself beside him and on the run once more


• But it pained him to remember the life of darkness he once led


• And so he told her of a man left lying dead.


• So she told him of the ghosts far from lying cold and still


• Of windy prairie nights with their lonely haunting chill


• How she still could see the faces of the robbers who moved on


• Pass before her till the first sun-rays of dawn.


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• People there who knew him say they saw the change come round


• Like the grateful smiling laughter of a wanderer who's been found.


• But the lady wondered still what kind of game was left to play


• And as they saddled up to leave some heard her say:


• You live life as a gambler all along the San Joaquin


• In your eyes remain the stories of the times you have seen


• But your smile across the campfire makes the dream alive again


• Of a spirit free to glide across the plain


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• Oh young Westley, take me away.


• Oh young Westley, take me away.