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...