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Fair to Midland
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Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow
Stay close if you wanna keep up But don't get turned around Go ahead for the bulls-eye, 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, yeah, yeah, 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 Whoa, whoa, 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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
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, yeah, yeah, yeah
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