Fair to Midland - Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow Lyrics

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
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