"Born Too Late" lyrics

I wanna ride shotgun on a Wells Fargo stage
Santa Fe, out west to the Frisco Bay
So I can stop and smell the sagebrush
Get to California, for the Gold Rush
Singin' Oh! Susanna all the way
Just once I'd like to ride with Jesse James
Spend the night in Deadwood lovin' on Calamity Jane
Co-write a song with Stephen Foster and a book with ol' Mark Twain
Slow was a riverboat, fast was a train

Lord, Lord, I was born too late
So now I long for them good ol' days
Back when the wild, wild west was won
And everything I do hadn't already been done
Lord, Lord, I was born too late

(Woo)

(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)

You could float down from Nashville on down to New Orleans
On a fancy riverboat they call the "Mississippi Queen"
When the dresses were low, and the stakes were high, love for the lady wasn't hard to find
A $10 dollar gold piece took you all of the way

Lord, Lord, I was born too late
Spend my time thinkin' about all the good ol' days
Back when the wild, wild west was won
Everything I do hadn't already been done
Lord, Lord, I was born too late

(Ok, yeah)