C'mon Utah! (Acoustic Version)

I was thirsty, I was lost
I was hanging on a cross
I was dying to make it back to Colorado
Bones in a saddle
I was weary from the battle
The path was much too difficult to follow

C'mon, Utah!
Get me over that hill
We got ten more miles, oh now, turn that dial
We're never coming back again
C'mon, Utah!
Raise me over that ledge
I wanna see my son and carry my gun
Like a real American

The war had come and gone
And all the lost ones had moved on
They would gather on the hill to tell their story
Utah was his name
He had a calico mane
He would stride out on the cannon every morning

Well, he sauntered to my side
And I fell into his eyes
And in them, I saw fire mixed with music
So I climbed up on his back
And he lighted down the track
And I yelled his name out so loud, everybody knew it

I said "C'mon, Utah!
Raise me over that ledge
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and on up the Rio Grande
C'mon, Utah!
Get me over that hill
Well, I'm a weary mile, I'm a jealous child
I got sunshine on my skin"

But the hill is steep
And my arms are weak
And I'm out of breath
And there's nothing left
But there's wind at my back
And water in my pack
And a horse with a will like a cannon

I was thirsty, I was lost
I was hanging on a cross
I was dying to make it back to Colorado