Evacuation To The West - aka "No More Kings In Texas"

Evacuation To The West - aka "No More Kings In Texas" - Bruce Springsteen

It was on the day the cowboys were abandoned from the ranch

(It was on the day the cowboys were banned from the range)

Middle touch world as a master

(Metal touched the world as a master)

They rode their ponies down in the cities of gold

To leave them for ever after

Now the sun was swollen red and old

The earth it was windy, dark and cold

Were the highway ends the desert takes its toll

Sodusty, red and angry

It was a time when men died out on the praire

From not having a decent friend

At nights the ghosts to the more of riders

Was a howl in the candid winds

You can here them crying
Good God, I think they're dying

When them rangers down in Dallas
Had all, but given it up and left
And those that hang on hoping
Was trying their best to, to forget
The way those outlaws and desperadoes
Right from the cheapest to the best
Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones
Keep up their rusty guns and went back home
(Gave up their rusty guns and went back home)
And the governor was sent down from Population Control
And marshall all was past
(And marshal Law was passed)
Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith
For the time for hope they passed

In the cold blue light of the desert night
There was a thousand starry ships
And men came down from still I don't now where
With death on their fingertips
Now there's no more kings in Texas
I swear they rounded up each and everyone
And old Atlanta Canastoga
(And oh that line of Conestogas) - covered wagons
Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun
Now Anna Maria walks the blames alone
(Now Anna Maria walks the plains alone)
The last of a struggling people
She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies
And got stuck up on a steamboat
(And got stuck up on a steeple)
Oh, you can hear them crying
Good God, I think they're dying
In the wind you can hear them sighing

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