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...