Get out of the way fat man, you got something to doGo fill up your hands till they're shining up at youYou gotta get out while there's gold in the airIt's falling like water, coming down from the hillsGo West Young ManEarn a dollar a day just like your family saidYou're rolling your days right on into the nightThe head of the line's going way out of sightGo West Young Man, like your family saidAll along the wagonsAll along the dusty trailSeventeen years not over a dayLike children in the wildMother's milk still wet on your faceAnd no one to pray for your safe journey homeOut beyond the desertAcross the mountains by the lakeServants who leave their master's houseAre walking all the wayThe golden fields that beckoned youAre darkened by the yearsGo West Young ManIf you knew then what you know todayYou'd be back where you started, a happier manAnd leave all the glory to those who have remainedGo West Young ManGo West Young Man, like your family said