When i was a boy i traveled the roads
Nothin’ but the wild west wind ahead of me
Then i moved to the city, put on a suit
Like a straitjacket, it nearly choked me.
I listened to all of their corporate lies
But they never really fooled me
‘cause that song in my heart was beatin’ right through my chest
And i knew that fire would drive me out of my skull
If i didn’t get back to the west

Ah, the old days are gone and your freedom’s gone with them
But the memory remains, it’s always there tormentin’
Just when you think you’ve found some peace
A pair of black eyes sends you reelin’
And the road rears up her head and you know you’ve got that feelin’
For the rain in your face, the sun in your hair
The fire in your blood roarin’ again
The earth beneath your feet – not like these streets
Chains around your chest
And you’ve got to get back to the west.

Ah, you’ve worked like a dog but you’ve nothin’ to show for it
Just some lines around your face and a pocket full of bubbles
And she’s laughed at all your jokes, yeah she’s sick of all your dealin’s
‘cause you’re not the man she loved back when you had the feelin’
For the rain in your face, the sun in your hair,
The fire in your blood roarin’ again
The earth beneath your feet – not like these streets
Chains around your chest
And you’ve got to get back to

John wayne, gary cooper, audie murphy
All out there ridin’ the range on their eternal journey
You used to look up to them from the front row
At the saturday afternoon pictures in the abbey
Reach out to them now, they won’t let you down
They’ll take you ridin’ off into the sunset with

Ava gardner, bogie, and oh my dearest marilyn
Are you still hauntin’ the laneways of wexford on your eternal journey
With the rain in your face, the sun in your hair,
The fire in your blood roarin’ again…