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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 Letras de cancionesNow 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… From Letras Mania