Young Westley Songtext
von Mary McCaslin

There once was a gambler and Wesley was his name
He′d ride many miles for the chance to play his game
And the life line surround his eyes, so they say
Like the highways he'd come on his way

They tell of the lady who came through the rest awhile
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 Wesley
Take me away

She could tell he was an outlaw like she 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 the windy prairie nights with their lonely haunting chill
How she still could see the faces of the robbers who moved on
Pass before her ′til the first sun rays of dawn

Oh, young Wesley
Take me away

People there who knew him said 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 lived life as a gambler all along the San Joaquin
In your eyes remain the story of the times you have seen
But your smile across the campfire makes a dream alive again
Of a spirit free to glide across the plain

Oh, young Wesley
Take me away
Oh, young Wesley
Take me away