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 ♪ Though the wall 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 we 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 Yeah, 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