Testo di Obsessed With The West

I'm obsessed with the west, that ruleless old gal Always comin' or goin', she can't be corralled Her buzzin' cicadas, her chalky white rocks Her high-dancin' grasses, her black buzzard flocks I'm obsessed with the west, her tough-leanin' trees Her hawks on her high lines, her core-reaching freeze Her murderous hail storms, her squalls and cyclones Her bloomin' pink cactus, her weather-bleached bones Oh, it's her I can't keep from, that old love affair Though she pelts me with sleet and ties knots in my hair I'm obsessed with the west, that rugged old broad That unbroke wild pony, that opus of God