Come on I'm going out West With my vest and my gun I want to run Out to where the people act friendly Felt a little pain in my chest And I don't know what it's from But I know what it's for It's to issue out a warning bell Strangers I see Only tell me you're not ready They say surely you got one or two miles you just can't tell But tell me Of the people you've known How many passed on were ready How many heard the shot, How many got a warning bell? Guess I'd better tell Luanne She's the best thing that happened to me But she found a job and I found God in the city Oh my, most people I find don't take the time to understand me And I'm going away Faces I see would only tell me you're not ready They say surely you've got one or two miles you just can't tell But tell me Of the people you've known How many passed on were ready How many heard the shot How many get a warning bell How many heard the shot How many got a warning bell How many heard the shot How many got a warning bell