Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow-Fair to Midland

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. 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...