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Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains

In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain

In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting **********

Thumbing through some magazine that he can't even read

Now ********** remembers how the west was won and lost

The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the cost

And the great white father promised to treat his children all the same

Back when Indian territory was Oklahoma's name

Oh ********** keep rollin', he just roams from town to town

It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down

********** keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest

Yeah the desert wind blows ********** like some spirit of the west

Well his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitar

And he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heart

And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills

He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grill

When he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and stare

When he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the air

Cause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free

He can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can be

Oh ********** keep rollin', he just roams from town to town

It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down

********** keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest

Yeah the desert wind blows ********** like some spirit of the west

So if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain

And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rain

And you feeling kind of rootless, you can't find no place to rest

Just remember **********, he's the spirit of the west

Oh the desert blows old ********** like some spirit of the west