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...