Bruce Springsteen Lyrics

Album: Before The Fame

EVACUATION OF THE WEST (a.k.a. No More Kings in Texas) Lyrics

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

Middle touch 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 

And the governor was sent down from Population Control 

And marshall all was past 

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 

Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun 

Now Anna Maria walks the blames 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 

Oh, you can hear them crying 

Good God, I think they're dying 

In the wind you can hear them sighing