He caught up with the wagon train outside St. Joe
They headed out in the pouring rain to the sound of wagons' ho
A young man's sport and a young man's dream,
first time away from home
They all thought he looked pretty green,
got the urge to roam
Way out west,
that's where he's going Way out west,
big winds a-blowing
Way out west
Sunday morning Kansas line stopped to take on board
He looked into the true blue eyes of Preacher
Horton's daughter Fresh out of an Eastern
school,
teaching was her calling And when
she brushed his arm he knew how hard
he was falling Way out west,
that's where she's going
Way out west,
that's all he's knowing Way out west
Back home in a newspaper stand,
the headline says,
Go West,
Young Man
There's a big world a-waiting out there,
people coming from everywhere
Way out west,
that's where they're going Way out west
There's a picture in a house I know in Missoula,
Montana
Two people from long ago,
which their dreams together
Generations passing by one after another A
little boy with true blue eyes is looking
like his mother
Way out west,
that's where he's going Way out west,
big winds a-blowing
Way out west,
way out west,
way out west