Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow
Stay close if you want to keep up
But don't dare turn around
Go ahead for the bulls eye, my friend
But know you're gonna get the horns
A yellow-belly's never havin' the 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!
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 it waves
If I had to guess, he's still making a mess
Worse than any thunderstorm
(Whoa, 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
And not sore if we've heard it before
Broken records want to make a case
The croppers came, and were spinning the yarn
Our ears still opened up
If failed attempts were a lottery ticket
You can bet I'd be raking 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!
Autor(es): Fair to Midland
