When The West Was Won Songtext
von Jim Stanard

He was running out the door
With his dog ready to play
On a bright and clear
1840 Georgia day

Blooming springtime flowers
Branches bending down with fruit
Best time to be a kid
′Til he heard the marching boots

Soldiers yelling at his Daddy
He started cryin' then
He kept his dog behind him
Tryin′ to hide it from the men

Their names are gone, but memories
Of their pain and fear
Reflect in a salty stream
Flowing from the Trail of Tears
They had nowhere to run
When the West was won


He walked beside their wagon
Too scared to even cry
His dog tried to follow
But gave up and ran to hide

By sunset they'd gone farther
Than he'd ever been from home
A line of frightened refugees
Forced into the unknown

For months of desperate marching
Dad fed his hungry boy
Swore they′d make Oklahoma
But Dad died in Illinois

Their names are gone, but memories
Of their pain and fear
Reflect in a salty stream
Flowing from the Trail of Tears
They had nowhere to run
When the West was won

50 springs, 600 moons
He lived out on the plain
When men came to his farm
Told him to move again


He wasn′t going to move
He would protect his land
He stood outside his door
Winchester in his hands

He could have shot them all
But he let a couple run
Then thought back to that Georgia day
His long road had begun

Their names are gone, but memories
Of their pain and fear
Reflect in a salty stream
Flowing from the Trail of Tears
They had nowhere to run
When the West was won

He knew men would keep coming
Now that he'd been found
The only way it ends
Is six feet underground