"Born Too Late"

"Born Too Late"

Verse 1:

Well, I'd ride shotgun on a Wells Fargo stage

From Santa Fe out west to the Frisco Bay
Lord I'd stop and smoke the sagebrush
And get to Californ for the gold rush
A singin' Oh Susanna all the way

Verse 2:

And just once I'd like to ride with Jesse James

And spend the night in Deadwood lovin' on Calamity Jane

I'd co-write a song with Stephen Foster

And a book like old Mark Twain

Back when slow was a riverboat and speed was still a train

Chorus:

But Lord... Lord I was born too late

So now I'm longin' for them good ole days

Back when the wild west was won

Back when everything to do hadn't already been done

Lord.. Lord I was born too late

Verse 3:

I'd rather ride bare back than buy me a new Cadillac

Cause these days everybodys truckin' nowhere fast

Before Henry Ford the air was fit to breathe

Cause there weren't so many damn factories
And one little button couldn't blow us all away