Tone [C]
I wish [F]I could have seen it [C]just as they did
Lookin [G]over God’s country sittin [Am]top of a [G]ridge
By the [F]seat of a horse or an [C]old wagon train
On [G]that sea of prairie settin [Am]sail ‘cross the [G]plains
[F]Chasin the sun, headin [C]westbound for more
[G]Out where the mountains and the [Am]eagle do [G]soar
Wish I’da [F]seen the Missouri, be[C]fore she was dammed
Before the [G]sod was all busted and the [Am]train laid its [G]tracks
When the [F]range was still open and [C]free from that wire
When the [G]law was your own and [Am]guns were for [G]hire
When the [F]great herds were plenty and the [C]Sioux followed close
They still [G]danced round their fires, and the [Am]pipe was still [G]smoked
But [F]now all I see is a [C]canyon that’s paved
And them [G]faces they carved on [Am]rocks that God [G]made
The [F]lights of the sky ain’t just [C]moon, sun, and stars
And [G]their promised land some[Am]how became [G]ours
[F]Ohh what I’d give [C]just for one glimpse
At the [G]West that once was and the [Am]way life was [G]lived
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