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Wild West Songs and Poems

The High Lonesome


by Paul Harwitz


You can feel all alone in a city that's big,
Where people will walk all over someone
And not care a fig.
You see that, and your nerves come undone.

You need to light out to the High Lonesome.
Come out to repair the rips in your psyche and soul.
Better that than to bury yourself in some city hole.

Come out to the High Lonesome, and be back in control.

Look at the forest, and don't miss the trees.
Smell the freshness in the mountain meadow breeze.
Spy a stag unawares drinking from a stream with no cares.
Wonder at the stars, and forget about putting on airs.

You're a part of all this grandeur, this vista, this view,
And remember, now and forever, it's all part of you.
Whenever the city and civilization seem too much to take,
Remember the High Lonesome and take a wilderness break.



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