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The West Was One
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One day, from just plumb fading away
How you gonna build a house with the foundation erased?
Keep prayin', no sayin' what brothers become
On the dawning of the day the West was one
Day away from livin' on a history page
Ain't it fittin' how they're fixin' to be winnin' a race?
And the rest of us are given a direction to run
On the dawning of the day the West was one
The Sun is setting on the turn of the century
I know for certain it's my turn to be legendary
Ain't no curtain gonna be averting my centerpiece
Reach for the sky, you're gonna get burned eventually
So call me Icarus, hick with a burden left to seed
Ride or die, I'ma ride 'til there's nothing left to grieve
My momma said to me, "Son, you could be anything."
Best believe I'll never be anything less than deadly
Scared of me? Y'all better be!
I'm out here avenging the death of the Old West even if it isn't dead to me
The day it dies is one I hope that I don't live to see
But this hay ride is falling by the wayside of industry
Stripping our history 'til there's naught left of
Dynasties of leather and dirt, our ancestors
Bled to make fertile this earth, so come arrest us
I'ma keep singin' 'bout the day the West was
One day, from just plumb fading away
How you gonna build a house with the foundation erased?
Keep prayin', no sayin' what brothers become
On the dawning of the day the West was one
Day away from livin' on a history page
Ain't it fittin' how they're fixin' to be winnin' a race?
And the rest of us are given a direction to run
On the dawning of the day the West was one
Me and my brothers are hustlers, rustlers, bad customers, in other words
Underdogs, backwater juggernauts
Who prefer a bit of rough and tumble to the hustle and the bustle of
The big city, well, y'all can sit pretty
As the cats get fat on another man's living
Then you call me the villain because I'm unwilling
Well, I weren't born to conform to your vision
God willing, my thoughts of prosperity ain't got no comfy chair in it
You call that coffin an office? Honestly, y'all can just come bury me
You're stocking shares, I'm just despairing
Lord, give me that prairie, please
My father's footprint, some good men and a horizon's all I'll ever need
You call progress a wonderful thing
But you yanked the great chain out from under the gangs
So what's left for a felon but to shut up or hang?
When it's don a stuffed shirt, or go bust up a bank?
Well, I'm a hick, sure, irascible prick who'll
Stick it to your big future and stick with the six shooter
'Cause I predict your vision is a couple hicks fewer
Well, I'd rather live fuller, eat the grit a bit sooner
Do I fit your picture? No room for a bandit?
Branded me bad, all I am, well, you banned it
Man's gotta stand, so we came and we banded
Together took a stand for the land you abandoned
Give me a horse and a road and I'm set, but
Give me four walls for a home โ I get restless
You can steamroller the world the Lord blessed us
I'ma keep singin' 'bout the day the West was
One day, from just plumb fading away
How you gonna build a house with the foundation erased?
Keep prayin', no sayin' what brothers become
On the dawning of the day the West was one
Day away from livin' on a history page
Ain't it fittin' how they're fixin' to be winnin' a race?
And the rest of us are given a direction to run
On the dawning of the day the West was one
Don't be upset if your Sun's set on a sunset
Stick to your guns 'cause your run just ain't done yet
And pray the day never comes when there are none left
Spin your barrels 'cause your battle ain't won yet
You can trace this life of mine out on the horizon line
I've hit those valleys low, I've mountains left to climb
The only test I've left to best would be the test of time
And you can bet I've no intention to be left behind
Don't be upset if your Sun's set on a sunset
Spin your barrels 'cause your battle ain't won yet
Don't be upset if your Sun's set on a sunset
Spin your barrels 'cause your battle ain't won yet
Don't be upset if your Sun's set on a sunset
Spin your barrels 'cause your battle ain't won yet
Don't be upset if your Sun's set on a sunset
Spin your barrels 'cause your battle ain't won yet
Ten gallons of regrets and they weigh on my mind
Was I living my best or just wasting my time?
Did the path that I tread have to stray out of line?
You can deny me the trail, but those bootprints stay mine
You see a bandit, a crook who was forsaken
I see a man who just took what the Lord gave him
I didn't plan for a habit of lawbreaking
But someone's gotta get back all that y'all have been takin'
An office space is squandered waste of all the Lord gives ya
And clerkin's working, stacking shelves with other men's riches
The land was all we had until you taxed us to the ditches
Tore our souls out through our pockets, so we fought you, sons of britches
The world turns with infernal machines
Watch the world burn as we turn up the steam
Will my saddle still gleam? Or just burst at the seams?
When it's all that's left to carry that American dream
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