No Glory in the West

They say Paris is dead Lived through London and drank through Memphis The things you live by were once just a guess And there ain't no glory in the West No, there ain't no glory in the West Hard to think on your feet Tired of begging and just to compete Shoot to win can feel so bittersweet But you take what you can get 'Cause there ain't no glory in the West Blazing on ahead Burning through it Coming down the bend Nowhere left to go Going's all we know Riding past the best Then there's still no rest And there's still no rest There ain't glory in the West What's a boy to do? Hit the road with a dollar or two Haunted by what he knows he can't do Gets it off his chest 'Cause there ain't no glory in the West Burning on ahead Blazing through it Running blind again Nowhere left to go Going's all we know Riding past the best And there's still no rest And there's still no rest And there's still no rest 'Cause there ain't no glory in the West "Count your blessings," they'll say And after each midnight begins a new day But don't place your bets on a word that they say They'll put your life to rest 'Cause there ain't no glory in the West No there ain't no glory in the West There ain't no glory in the West