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Fair to Midland
Fair to Midland — Amarillo sleeps on my pillow
Fair to Midland — Amarillo sleeps on my pillow (текст песни)
Stay close if you wanna keep up But don’t get turned around. Go ahead for the bullseye my friend But oh you’re gonna get the horn. 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... Minced words from anonymous cowards Fell down from kingdom come. The threat and source from this obstacle course Had us cornered in a guessing game. Every attempt trying to kettle the fish Rolls right in it’s way 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 crop was stained, and I’m spinning the 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...