Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow

(album: Arrows And Anchors - 2011)

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 raking 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...