verse 1 
      G                          Am7 
I was thirsty, I was lost, I was hanging on a cross 
      D7                             C  G 
I was dying to make it back, to Colora-do 
G                        Am7 
Bones in a saddle, I was weary from the battle 
    D7                             C  G 
The path was much too difficult to fo-llow 


[Refrão]
 
        G                      C 
Come on Utah, get me over that hill 
       D7                                          C                  G 
We got ten more miles, gonna turn that dial and we never coming back again 
        G                       C 
Come on Utah, race me over that ledge 
        D7                                  C         G 
I wanna see my son and carry my gun, like a real American 

Break 
G     Am7    D7   C    G 

verse 2 
    G                                  Am7 
The war had come and gone, and all the lost ones had moved on, 
           D7                            C   G 
They would gather on the hill, to tell a sto-ry 
 G                         Am7 
Utah! was his name, with a calico mane 
       D7                          C   G 
He was shot out of a cannon in the mor-ning 
        G                           Am7 
Well he sauntered to my side, and I fell into his eyes 
    D7                            C  G 
And in them I saw fire mixed with mu-sic 
     G                              Am7 
So I climbed up on his back, and we lighted down the track 
      D7                                     C    G 
And I yelled his name out so loud, everybody knew it 


[Refrão]

                G                       C 
I said, Come on Utah, race me over that hill 
    D7                        C          G 
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and on up the Rio Grande 
        G                       C 
Come on Utah, race me over that hill 
      D7                                     C              G 
I’m a weary mile, I’m a jealous child, I got sunshine on my skin 

Bridge 
        C 
But the hill is steep, and my arms are weak 
        C/C# 
And I’m out of breath and there’s nothing left 
         C 
But this wind at my back, water in my pack 
      D7 
And a horse with a will like a cannon 

Break 
G     Am7    D7   C    G 
G                    Am7    D7   C    G 
Wooo! Come on Utah! 

Outro 
      G                          C 
I was thirsty, I was lost, I was hanging on a cross 
      D7                             C  G 
I was dying to make it back, to Colora-do