Some people are made for leaving, I learned from an early time
Some bonds are born of silver, and some are sewn of twine
It's a foreign thing, it's a foreign thing, a love to keep me near
They come to stay, then leave and fade to some forgotten year
I dreamed of Annie Oakley and the holster on her hip
Who can bear to gather dust while dirt and trouble live
It's a foreign thing, it's a foreign thing, to learn to behave
I swear I heard the wind whispering my name
I learned the hand that feeds you keeps you quiet, keeps you dull
Hunger, not love or trust, is how the west was won
It's a foreign thing, it's a foreign thing, the cowboys on TV
Either good or evil, always untamed and free
Some people walk a crooked line, I've learned from an early age
I was meant for the red sunrise of the wild western plains
It's a foreign thing, it's a foreign thing, but I know the road is right
When that cunning glow comes creeping through the long lonesome night