Let me sing to you all the old songs I know
Of wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
And wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

Come along with me to some places that I've been
Where people all look back and still remember when
And the quicksilver legends, like sunlight, turn and blend
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

We'll walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail
Past lines of rusty Cadillac's that mark the boom town trail
Where dreamers never win and doers never fail
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

I can tell you all some lies that were just made up for fun
Where the loudest, meanest bragging could beat the fastest gun
And I'll show you all some graves that tell the way the West was won
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

I'll sing of my amigos who come from down below
And whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico
They work their stolen Eden, lost so long ago
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known
Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can be alone
And you have to walk forever just to find a telephone
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

Oh, let me sing to you all the old songs I know
Of wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
And wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
It's sad, but the telling takes me home