Take back my saddle, take back my slinger's belt
Oh, put my spurs on, head for the sunset
Leaving this county, leaving this state
It's like a wild west, and I'm way too late
Walking along, street with no phone
May I be wiser, most of the time
Doing wrong, taking so long
May I do all things, in my own time
May I be wiser, yes that most men would ever be
May I be younger, most of the time
