Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow

Lyrics for Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow

Stay close if you want to keep up But don't dare turn around Go ahead for the bulls eye, 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 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 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 croppers 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!