Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow

Stay close if you want to keep up
But don't dare turn around
Go ahead for the bullseye, my friend
But know you're gonna get the horns

A yellow-belly's never havin' the 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
The threatened source of this obstacle course
Had us cornered in a guessing game

Every attempt turned a kettle of fish
And loves making it waves
If I had to guess, he's still making a mess
Worse than any thunderstorm

(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
And not sore if we've heard it before
Broken records want to make a case

The choppers came, and were 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!