Way Out West

Elder Green is dead and gone
 Yes, he lost his way going to town
 Don't know who he is or what he's done
 But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
 Yes, it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
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 If I was in an old hotel
 That happened to be on fire
 Maybe I'd jump or
 Maybe I'd reconsider
 You know I think I'm gonna climb a little higher
 Like an oily rag
 In a dusty corner
 Like a box of matches near an open flame
 I'd jump eighteen storeys from a burning tower
 Yeah, sooner than I'd face this world of shame
 You know I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train
 Baby, take these fingerlings from my fingers
 Spoken with your breath
 With those white washed eyes
 And flies that linger
 It seems rather forlorn and bereft
 And I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder, Willie?
 As if I couldn't have guessed
 He says, "I'm gonna get the hell
 Out of Slag Valley, I'm gonna take a little stroll way out West"
 I'm gonna take a little stroll out West, oh you know
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 If I was in an old hotel
 That happened to be on fire
 Maybe I'd jump or
 Maybe I'd reconsider
 You know I think I'm gonan climb a little higher, yes
 Like an oily rag
 In a dusty corner
 Like a box of matches near an open flame
 I'd get so far away
 From that old matchbox hotel
 I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train
 Oh man, anything to get away from this world of shame
 'Cause if you take these fingerlings from my fingers
 Spoken with your breath
 With white-washed eyes
 And flies that linger
 Seems rather forlorn and bereft
 And I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder, Willie?
 As if I couldn't have guessed
 He says, "I'm gonna get the hell
 Out of Slag Valley, I'm gonna take a little stroll way out West"
 I'm gonna take a little stroll
 Out West, yeah