Lyrics Fair to Midland

Fair to Midland

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 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...

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...

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!

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...