paroles de chanson The West Was One - The Stupendium , Squigglydigg
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
he
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'mma
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'mma
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
Good
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
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
'Cus
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
— I
get
restless
You
can
steamroller
the
world
the
Lord
blessed
us
I'mma
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
'cus
your
run
just
ain't
done
yet
And
pray
the
day
never
comes
when
there
are
None
left
Spin
your
barrels
'cus
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
'cus
your
battle
ain't
won
yet
Don't
be
upset
if
your
sun's
set
on
a
sunset
Spin
your
barrels
'cus
your
battle
ain't
won
yet
Don't
be
upset
if
your
sun's
set
on
a
sunset
Spin
your
barrels
'cus
your
battle
ain't
won
yet
Don't
be
upset
if
your
sun's
set
on
a
sunset
Spin
your
barrels
'cus
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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