Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008

I drive the stage on the Overland Trail.
I take the folks and haul the mail.
I’ll use a gun, but prefer my fist.
Rode a hundred miles, for just one kiss.

Out West, at night, you never know.
There’s the Musgrove Gang and Arapahoe.
My friend, Jack Slade, once said to me. 
Remember these words and you’ll stay free.

Ride hard, ride fast to the Bellvue Dome.             (Chorus)
Cross the river, head west and you’ll be home.
Ride hard, ride fast to the Bellvue Dome, cause you’re not alone.

Tonight I drive a woman and son. 
I’d say they might be on the run.
Sometimes I wonder what could be. 
I looked at her, and she at me.

I see there’s trouble on our tail. 
It looks like a fight on the Overland Trail.
Stay low and sit that boy with me. 
Cause I’ll need a good hand as we flee.

Chorus

Shots ring out on a cold, dark night. 
Jealous anger is never right.
Looks like the end of my ride.... 
a bad man’s bullet has pierced my side.

My life’s been good, (I've) been treated fair.
But it’s getting dark and I’ve got no air.
So take these reins and steady your hand. 
You were a boy, but now a man!

Chorus x 2

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008

I stole your t-shirt hangin out on the line.    
And when I wear it, I pretend you are mine.
Oh yeah, I did it, and I admit it.

I rode your bicycle when you weren’t around.
I rode thru puddles and I took to town.
Oh yeah, I did it, and I admit it.

When will you notice me?   When will you ever see?
I’m not the girl playin on your door step.
I’m standin in the back.   I’m hangin in the pack.
Just waitin, simply for a chance to show….  
that it’s time you stopped to take a look at me,
cause I know that we where mean’t to be together…..
It’s the truth, and I admit it.

I watched your window when you turned on the light.
And when I saw you, I would think that we might.
Oh yeah, I did it, and I admit it.

I sent you letters that I never did sign.
I wrote you poems but baby, they didn’t rhyme.
Oh yeah, I did it, and I admit it.

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008
                      
I’ve been around, I’ve done some livin.
Had a taste of heaven and a slice of hell.
I’ve been forgot and I’ve been forgiven.
I’ve been alone and now I’m sittin in jail.

But life was good on the mountain.
How many years till I’m free?
I gotta get back to the mountain.
 
Just let me go, oh oh oh.      (Chorus)
Just let me go, oh oh oh.
Let me go, oh oh oh.
Let me go home, Oh!

Mountain Jim, (he) was my best friend.
We’d fish the stream, and hunt the land.
He said there’s trouble on the west end.
They’re wantin more, can’t understand.

Chorus

I saw him take a round.
And I saw him hit the ground.
They say that bullet was my own.
Hey boys you got it wrong!
That shot came way out long………

I’m on my own…… the truth not known.
I’m so alone…….so far from home.

Chorus

The truth finally showed, a confession.
The shooters caught, and he’ll take the stand.
Old Jim woke up, said there’s a lesson.
(You) can’t trade my blood, for my land.

And life is good on the mountain.
(The) truth was told, now I’m free.
I gotta get back to the mountain.
They let me go, oh oh oh.
They let me go, oh oh oh.
They let me go, oh oh oh.
I’m going home, Oh!

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008

I did not plan it could end,
cause I thought that we’ d spend....
our life together side by side.

But when I stopped loving you,
and you found someone new....
the pain and shame was hard to hide.

And then we tried to pretend,
that our love we could mend.
The time has come, I must confide.

What’s the use…….. of saying it’s not over?   (Chorus)
What’s the use, Baby tell me, what’s the use?
Cause we’ve tried, and tried, and tried before
and we’ve cried, and cried and cried some more
and we’ve tried and tried and just cried, Baby, what’s the use.
Now, what’s the use?

And when I look in your eyes, 
I remember the ties....
and the feelings we let slip away.

And then I stare at the floor,
and I try to ignore....
there’s pain and hurt in every day.

I know not why our love died,
but our hearts did decide....
and there’s nothing really more to say, hey……

Chorus

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008
 
A soldier dies, a young girl cries thru the night.
Don’t count the graves, Lord never ask was it right?
But close inspection,  begs the question…….
when will we find another way?
Cause when might is right, then war is here to stay.

Let’s join the march, Let’s stand and sing the same old song.
(The) words mean the same, no matter which side you’re on.
Upon reflection, I’ll ask the question…….
When will we find another way?
Cause when might is right, then war is here to stay.  HEY!

We’re the good guys, always’s real nice.
We’d try to help you when we could.  
We’re the good guys, we never tell lies.  (we’re on God’s side)
And when we’re done (you’re gone) ….it’s all good.

The young men die, the young girls cry thru the night.
Don’t count the graves, Don’t ever ask is it right?
Upon reflection, I’ll ask the question…..
When will we find another way?
Cause when might is right, then war is here to stay.

Chorus x 2       HEY YOU…….. vamp

Words and Music by Tom Barbour -©2008

I’m……….not sayin that I’m tired of being alone.
I’m……….not sayin that I’ll call you on the phone.

But Hon I sure am thinkin about it.  Sure am thinkin about it.  (Chorus)
Sure am thinkin about it.  Sure am thinkin about it.

I’m……….not sayin that when ever your around.
I’m……….not sayin that my heart begins to pound.

(Chorus)

It’s so hard for me to say, what’s on my mind, and I wish you’d stay.  (Bridge)
But I sure am thinkin about it, sure am thinkin'!
It’s so hard to say what’s true, what’s in my heart, and it’s for you.
But I sure am thinkin about it, sure am thinkin about it.

I’m……….not sayin what’s on the top of my list.
I’m……….not sayin that I’m dreamin of your kiss.

(Chorus)

I’m……….not sayin when I saw you today.
I’m……….not sayin that you took my breath away. 

(Chorus and Bridge)

I’m……….not saying I was lost and now I’m found.
I’m……….not saying that you lift me off the ground.

(Chorus)

I’m……….not saying how life could be so better.
I’m……….not saying but I’ll tell you in a letter.

(Chorus and Bridge)

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008
        
It’s the fall of ’64 and I’m a young man full of hope.
I ride far, aim straight, and know most the ways to tie a rope.
I’ve found my girl and I’ve been trappin on the river.
Sometimes I’m out for days and long to be with her.

I call them friends, great men, Arapaho.
Taught me to trap and most the things I now know.
So why’s this soldier standing at my door?
Need’s volunteers to fight the Colorado War.

And now I’ve gone and joined the calvery.
I wish I knew what lay in store for me.
But the one thing I’ll miss is your soft gentle kiss
and to hold you at night by my side.   Oh…….Oh
But the one thing I’ll miss is your soft gentle kiss
and to hold you at night by my side.

We’ll never tell you what we did at Sand Creek.
I’ll never tell you about the tears on my cheek.
They flew our flag, mostly women and children.
They wanted peace, and a peace we were buildin’.

No soldier ever shoots an unarmed man.
You never make him take his one last stand.
We had no fight and there was never any reason.
So I put my gun down….. and now they call it treason.

They’re gonna put me in a prison cell, and I just tell em they can go to hell!
But the one thing I’ll miss is your soft, gentle kiss
and to hold you at night by my side.    Oh…..Oh.
But the one thing I’ll miss is your soft, gentle kiss
and to hold you at night by my side. 

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008

Well there’s a place…. called Virginia Dale.
And what I tell you…….is no ghost tale.
Now some may say………...it’s a sad story.
But let me tell you……there was some glory.

I fell in love………with a crazy man.
We built our home.in a hostile land.
There were trappers, fighters, thugs, and thieves.

He said Virginia…….I am a crazy man.
But these folks…….they could use a hand.
So…let’s build a place,  and they can stay there.

Long, windy, dusty roads.  (Chorus)
Brave men with heavy loads.
They’re riden down….the Overland Trail.
Young men with hopes and dreams.
Pride bustin at their seams.
Tonight, they’ll stay at Virginia Dale’s.
Ooh ooh ooh …..

Now my Jack Slade…….was a most feared man.
He drove the stage.and he ruled the land.
But….. when he drank…….there’d be trouble.

Now my Jack Slade…..I loved him so.
He had helped so many, and you’d never know.
But…….there were those……he called not friend.

Long, windy, dusty roads.
Brave men with heavy loads.
They’re riden down….the Overland Trail.
Young men with busted dreams.
Flat broke, with no more means.
Tonight, you’ll stay at Virginia Dale.
Ooh  ooh   ooh………..

Oh Virginia ……please come quick.
Your man, Jack Slade…….he’s in a fix. Cause…
They’ve marched him on……… the gallows’s pole.

I ran my horse………all way to town.
There lay my Jack…….dead, on the ground.
My heart just stopped……my life was over.

I held him close…….I caressed his face.
You won my love……..we just lost this race.
But I’ll hold your dream…….the Dale stays open.

So, trappers and thieves…..come one and all.
You’re not the first…..to take a fall.
There was Jack Slade…..and I wish you’d known him!

Well there’s a place……called Virginia Dale.
And what I’ve told you…….is no ghost tale.
Now some may say………...it’s a sad story.
But let me tell you……there was some glory.

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008       
 
Well somehow, I seem to find myself, sitting on the wrong side of life.
Well somehow, I seem to find myself, stuck in place I don’t want to be.
Now, I don’t need your five dollar coffee.
I don’t need your fancy wine.
I don’t need to sit at this table and watch you...
live like a queen but complain all the time.
you live like a queen but complain all the time.

Then I remember, when I was young, we’re fishing off the dock out in the sun.
There were no fancy cars or big mouthed stars, just a friend, a guitar, and a pup.

I believe I’m going down to Texas. The folks down there don’t bother me.  (Chorus)
I believe I’m going down to Texas.  Gonna find a place that’ll let me be.
Gonna find a place that’ll let me be.

Well suddenly, it occurs to me that, this is not what I have chosen.
Well suddenly, it occurs to me that, this is not the way it should be.
Now, I don’t need no expensive vacations.
I don’t need no Hawaiian cruise.
I don’t need to sit at this table and watch them...
stuff their faces and drink their booze.
They stuff their faces and drink their booze.

Then I remember, when I young, we’re just skipping rocks, and gettin nothing done.
There were no fancy houses and overstuffed couches,
just a friend, a guitar, and a pup.

I believe I’m goin down to Texas. The folks down there don’t bother me.
I believe I’m goin down to Texas.  Gonna find a girl that’s right for me.
Gonna find a girl that’s right for me.

Adelene, Adelene, Adelene, Adelene, Adelene down in Texas.
Adelene, Adelene, Adelene, Adelene, I have’nt even met ya.  (repeat)

Whoa……………Yeah…Yeah  (repeat)

Words and Music by Tom Barbour - ©2008
        
The boy’s teacher said the West was won...
by the sting of a bad man’s gun.
I beg to differ cause from what I’ve learned,
what little they had, had to be earned.
The men were men and the women you’d trust.
They worked their land from dawn to dusk, my Son…………

That’s how the West was won.  (Chorus)
That’s how the West was won.
That’s how the West was won.
That’s how the West was won.

There was little time for the books of law.
Just straight words made a man stand tall.
If you're lucky you’d make a friend...
and he’d be with ya all the way till the end.
Sometimes, you had to stand up and fight.
Cause in your heart you knew it was right, my Son………..

That's how the West was won (x4)

And I can’t help but feel a sadness, for those who don’t understand.  (Bridge)
Some even called it madness, when they fought for their land.
And I’ll always feel a gladness, for the souls of brave men.
I’ll never called it madness, when they make their last stand.     
They days were long, they knew they had to be strong.
A band of brothers, fought for each other, they knew their days were done.

That's how the West was won (x4)

So on you go to make your own true story,
about a good man and his fight for glory.
You’ll face a thousand with a dozen men,
and in you heart, you’ll know you can win.
Your gonna have to draw a line in the sand,
you’ll likely have to make you own last stand, my Son………

Bridge and Chorus