Come on I'm going out West
With my vest and my gun
I want to run
Out to where the people act friendly
Felt a little pain in my chest
And I don't know what it's from
But I know what it's for
It's to issue out a warning bell
Strangers I see
Only tell me you're not ready
They say surely you got one or two miles you just can't tell
But tell me
Of the people you've known
How many passed on were ready
How many heard the shot,
How many got a warning bell?
Guess I'd better tell Luanne
She's the best thing that happened to me
But she found a job and I found God in the city
Oh my, most people I find don't take the time to understand me
And I'm going away
Faces I see would only tell me you're not ready
They say surely you've got one or two miles you just can't tell
But tell me
Of the people you've known
How many passed on were ready
How many heard the shot
How many get a warning bell
How many heard the shot
How many got a warning bell
How many heard the shot
How many got a warning bell
