I'm obsessed with the west, that ruleless old gal
Always comin' or goin', she can't be corralled
Her buzzin' cicadas, her chalky white rocks
Her high-dancin' grasses, her black buzzard flocks
I'm obsessed with the west, her tough-leanin' trees
Her hawks on her high lines, her core-reaching freeze
Her murderous hail storms, her squalls and cyclones
Her bloomin' pink cactus, her weather-bleached bones
Oh, it's her I can't keep from, that old love affair
Though she pelts me with sleet and ties knots in my hair
I'm obsessed with the west, that rugged old broad
That unbroke wild pony, that opus of God
