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Young Westley

This song is by Mary McCaslin.

There once was a gambler and Westley was his name.

He'd ride many miles for the chance to play his game

And the life-lines surrounded his eyes, so they say,

Like the highways he'd come on his way.

They tell of the lady who came through to rest a while

Weary of the rounders as she was from the miles

On that hot dusty day as she watched him at his play

She thought she heard something far inside her say

Oh young Westley, take me away.

Oh young Westley, take me away.

She could tell he was an outlaw like she'd fell in with before.

She saw herself beside him and on the run once more

But it pained him to remember the life of darkness he once led

And so he told her of a man left lying dead.

So she told him of the ghosts far from lying cold and still

Of windy prairie nights with their lonely haunting chill

How she still could see the faces of the robbers who moved on

Pass before her till the first sun-rays of dawn.

Oh young Westley, take me away.

Oh young Westley, take me away.

People there who knew him say they saw the change come round

Like the grateful smiling laughter of a wanderer who's been found.

But the lady wondered still what kind of game was left to play

And as they saddled up to leave some heard her say:

You live life as a gambler all along the San Joaquin

In your eyes remain the stories of the times you have seen

But your smile across the campfire makes the dream alive again

Of a spirit free to glide across the plain

Oh young Westley, take me away.

Oh young Westley, take me away.

Oh young Westley, take me away.

Oh young Westley, take me away.

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