CHORUS: Return to Rawlins That’s what the sign says You cannot go further For the ice and the snow And the rest of the reasons I cannot go further Are reasons that Only God knows
I tried to leave it My truck stop on the highway My pit stop for the hungry That high lonesome snow But I was born here Beneath the skies of heaven In a mile markin’ Carbon County home
I know that I’m better Than the mud on my leather And I’d like to go traveling And to give m regards To a star-lit town Where I could go far With my good looks My wit, and my charm
Bridge: But who’d keep an eye On the dreams of my darling And who’d keep an eye On my friends in a storm They would miss My truck and my timing My good looks My wit, and my charm.