That Great Big Way Out There
Words and music by W.J. Bethancourt III © 1993


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Now a cowboy's life meant freedom, ridin' in the prairie air
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We could ride away into the sunset; never have a care
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And we'd gather 'round the campfires, that looked like burnin' stars
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And wonder if somebody else was lookin' back at ours.

Then they put up barbed wire fences, and the railroads came on thru
And the motor cars and freeways went and split the range in two....
Now a cowboy's just a stage prop, ridin' in a rodeo
And the city lights blot out the stars, and there ain't no place to go.

But there's still a last frontier for us to challenge, if we dare
We could whisper secrets to the stars, comb a comet's silver hair!
So I'll go out where the open range is farther than the eye can see
Where there ain't no barbed wire fences, and there's room for livin' free!

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	And I'll ride from star to star upon a pony made of steel
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	Where a man depends on what he's got, and the livin's really real;
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	You can keep your earth-bound cities with their concrete everywhere!
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	Oh the spaces are wide open in that great big Way Out There!

Then I'll look back at the covered wagons drivin' out to space
The settlers and the gamblers and the whole dern human race!
I'll keep an eye for Indians; maybe this time we'll be friends...
There's room enough for everyone; this frontier never ends!

Now you won't find me sittin' in the honky tonks and bars,
The High and Lonesome's where I'll be, a singin' to the stars
In a starship made of silver steel I'll ride the open space
And walk where no one's gone before, and meet God face to face!

	And I'll ride from star to star upon a pony made of steel
	Where a man depends on what he's got, and the livin's really real;
	You can keep your earth bound cities with their concrete everywhere!
	Oh the spaces are wide open in that great big Way Out There!

	Oh the Final Frontier's where I'm bound, that great big Way Out There!