A spoken-word performance that travels across the American West, from the Rockies to Texas, mixing Western swing references like Bob Wills and twin fiddles with reflections on outlaw identity and desert solitude. The narrator dances through cowboy culture while chasing the sun, ultimately affirming a law-abiding life and finding healing in the landscape.
They told him, go west, son, see what you can see. So he went west but forgot to take me. Instead of being sad and blue, this is what I'm gonna do. Yeah, I'm going western. I'll put a little swing in the most swinging doors, kick some extra dust off that old desert floor. From sunrise to sunset, I'll play those cards, you can bet. Yeah, going western. I'll roll in the Rockies and swing in Santa Fe, yodel in Utah, head to California, hey. Buy some boots in El Paso, grab I've had New Mexico, yeah, going Western. Twin fiddles and a steel guitar play cowboy love. Had bass and drums and attitude, it makes me want to cry. Where there's Bob Wills, there is West. This is all I have to say, yeah, I'm going Western. And I'll find myself a sweetheart, we'll do a do-si-do. 2-stepping Tucson, 3-stepping New Mexico. We'll waltz across Texas and do the Cotton Eye Joe. Yeah, hey, we're going Western. 10 fiddles and a steel guitar play Cowboy Lullaby. And bass and drums and attitude, it makes me want to cry. Where there's Bob Wills, there is a way. This is all I have to say. Yeah, hey, we're going Western. Where there's Bob Wills, there is a way. This is all I have to say. Yeah, man, we're going western. Sometimes I feel like an outlaw. I wanna ride a wild pony through the night. When the coyote is quiet, the smell of sage in the air, I'd never stop till I saw the morning light. Pack my saddlebags full of troubles, steal some time for myself, head for the hills. I believe in settling down. I believe in settling down. In the desert are the answers, and they'll cure all of my ills. I would hide all day in the cool of the cavern, rest my head easy on the clay, watch my dreams dance on the ceiling. Writings on the wall left by people from an earlier stage. I hear the hooves of the horses of those who try to find me while they're close. They don't know that I'm here, but rhythm of arenas, we know. Never had matches my heartbeat. Watched the world with an eagle's eye. But I am not an outlaw. Joke around breaking laws and such. 'Cause if I were really an outlaw, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't care about everything so much. I'm a law-abiding citizen. It's 2 o'clock in the morning, moon. See that you're not sleeping too. Are you chasing the sun like me? Losing sleep to the memory If your light on me shines on, sing to you my sweetheart song. Lyrics lit from up above, melodies brilliant with this love. Chasing the sun, why have you gone? To share the day across the ocean. Send me night's child, visit for a while, and your face is reflected in her smile. Chasing the sun, why have you gone? To share the day.
