Testo Western Soil

Someone's playing on a French torn horn
They're all saying the hell with gold
Now I've joined their shouts
To lead the way
Doesn't matter which way
To the western soil

When the town runs dry It is time to fly
The marching bang
And the east burns oil
Now we're aiming for the chimney
To free our burden
The wives stay home
And the whores will follow

Hey yeah…

Cocaine cowards and Indian powder
The fight will come
To the western coast
Now we're gaining more than money
We're gaining for the ride The acid kicks in
And the heart keeps pounding

Now there's black gold mud
Running through my veins
And I'll shoot my brother
If he's standing in my way
We'll be working night and day
To ease our sorrows
The boiling ground
Is calling your name

Hey yeah…

Now I don't know
When I'll be back
It seems I've lost
My way back home
The sky's turned crude
And the storm is pounding
And my big black boots
Are sinking in the ground

I've drunk my pay
I've snorted my mind
I'm drowning at the bottom
Of the western soil
Now the tide has swelled
And my guns are loaded
But they'll take me down
When sun goes over me
Over me, over me

It was a sad cold day
For an eastern cowboy
Asking why in hell
He ever left home
Left his wife
And left his life
To set foot here
On western soil

Hey yeah…