Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow

Fair To Midland

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    Stay close if you wanna keep up
    But don't get turned around.
    Go ahead for the bullseye my friend
    But know you're gonna get the horns.

    Yellow-bellies never have any guts
    But God, how he gets the glory.
    The West was won from a cheater with a gun
    And I hope he never lives it down.

    Yeah... Yeah.....

    Minced words from anonymous cowards
    Fell down from kingdom come.
    The threatened source of this obstacle course
    Had us cornered in a guessing game.
    Every attempt turned a kettle of fish,-
    And loves making its waves
    If I had to guess, he's still making a mess
    Worse than any thunderstorm.

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    Whoa...

    No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out
    No one went on a limb when he belted out
    Get gone!
    Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe
    Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse
    Get gone!

    Let's stall like a Neanderthal
    That can't make up his mind.
    I'm not sorry if you've heard it before
    Broken records wanna make a case.
    The croppers came, and were spinning yarn,
    Our ears still opened up.
    If failed attempts were a lottery ticket
    You can bet I'd be rakin' it in.

    No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out
    No one went on a limb when he belted out
    Get gone!
    Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe
    Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse
    Get gone!

    Get gone, I said...

    No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out
    No one went on a limb when he belted out
    Get gone!
    Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe
    Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse
    Get gone!

    Yeah...

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    Composición: Fair to Midland

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