Testo di Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow

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...