Текст песни Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow (Fair To Midland) с переводом

Stay close if you wanna keep up

But don’t dare turn around

Go ahead, find a bull’s-eye my friend

But know you’re gonna get the horn

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

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 makin' a mess

Worse than any thunderstorm

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 wanna make a case

The croppers came

And were spinnin' a yarn

Our ears still opened up

If failed attempts were a lottery ticket

You can bet i’d be rakin' it in

Get gone, my friend (x3)

Get gone

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