New Problems for the Old West Lyrics

I am a cowboy and I live in a town called San Malone

I have no friends because my odor forces me to be alone

Maybe it's the desert maybe it's the sun but I do believe it's time for me to run

Lord I miss my Martha and her hot cross buns but I do believe it's time for me to run

They tell me go east young man go east young man go east it's time for you to go

Go east young man go east young man go east it's time for you to go

Well I like to go to Boston and smoke myself a filtered cigarette

I'd fly right there tomorrow but the Aereoplane is not invented yet

Maybe I am lonesome perhaps I'm missing you or tired of this frickin' possum stew

I'd write you a long letter if I had your address but all I got this pony called Express

They tell me

I left my wife back east when I left to find the Bozeman Trail

I went looking for the future and perhaps a little bit of ginger ale

But all I got were blisters and arrows in my ass

I guess I should have taken Donner's pass

I'm lucky I survived glad that I pulled through

Now Martha I'm coming home to you

They tell me

Go east young man go east young man go east it's time for you to go

Go east young man go east young man go east it's time for you to go

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