Fair to Midland Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow Lyrics

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Stay close if you wanna keep up
but don't get turned around.
Go ahead where the bulls are my friend
but oh, you're gonna get the whole.
Everybody's never having the guts
But God always gets the glory.
The West was won from a cheater with a gun
And I hope he never lives it down.

Yeah-e-e-ay-e-yeah!
Yeah-e-e-ay-e-yeah-e-yeah-ah!

Minced words from anonymous cowards
Fell down from kingdom come.
The threatened source of the sausage accords
And it's more than any guessing game.
Every attempt trying to get new vision
Rolls right in its way.
If I had to guess he's still making a mess,
Worse than any thunderstorm.

Whoa-o-e-oh-oo-oa!
Whoa-o-e-oh-oo-oa!

Don't turn, don't leave till we write it out.
Don't mince those limbs when he felt it out,
It's God-oh-e-yaw-e-od!

Someone looks for a clue somewhere at the edge.
Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse,
It's God-oh-e-yaw-e-od!

Let's stall like a Neanderthal
and he can't make up his mind.
Not sorry if you've heard it before
Broken records wanna make a case.
The crop was made, it was spin into yarn
Our ears still opened up.
If fair attempts were a lottery ticket
you can bet I'd be rigidity.

Don't turn, don't leave till we write it out.
Don't mince those limbs when he felt it's wrong,
It's God-oh-e-yaw-e-od!
Someone looks for a clue somewhere at the edge.
Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse,
It's God-oh-e-yaw-e-od!

Give God the message. (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give God the message. (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give God the message. (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Give God- (Oh-oh-)
Oh-oh-ooew-oew.

Don't turn, don't leave till we write it out.
Don't mince those limbs when he felt it out,
It's God-oh-e-yaw-e-od!
Someone looks for a clue somewhere at the edge.
Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse,
It's God-oh-e-yaw-e-od!

Yeah-e-e-ay-e-yeah-ah!
Yeah-e-e-ay-e-yeah-ah! Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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