Way Out West

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Way Out West

Music By Richard Rodgers  Lyrics By Lorenz Hart

After traveling through the American West, Baby Rose celebrates the joys of New York City, praising the city’s many attributes with a cowgirl flair.

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“Way Out West” LYRICS

I’ve traveled the plains,
In mountain streams I’d paddle.
Over the Rockies I would trail.
I’d hark to the strains
Of cowboys in the saddle –
Not very musical, but male.
I’ve roamed o’er the range with the herd,
Where seldom is heard
An intelligent word.

Git along, little taxi, you can keep the change,
I’m riding home to my kitchen range
Way out west on West End Avenue.

Oh, I love to listen to the wagon wheels
That bring the milk that your neighbor steals
Way out west on West End Avenue.

Keep all your mountains
And your lone prairie so pretty.
Give me the fountains
That go wrong at Rodeo City.

I would trade your famous deer and antelope
For one tall beer and a cantaloupe
Way out west on West End Avenue
Yippee-aye-ay!

Git along, little elevator, climb once more
To my lone shack on the 14th floor
Way out west on West End Avenue.

When the sun’s a-risin’ over Central Park,
I pull the blinds and it’s nice and dark
Way out west on West End Avenue.

Those forty-niners
Who would stake a claim were hardy
I’ll join the diners
And I’ll claim a steak at Sardi.

Oh, the wild herd gathers when the moon is full
There’s not much buffalo, but lots of bull
Way out west on West End Avenue.
Yippee-aye-ay!