Sitting Bulls to the Grave

Plum tuckered, goin' cross-eyed
Blindsided by bullet train thoughts
Some gunslinging quick-drawing
Kentucky derby plots

My mind's racing, deliberating
This ol' dusty wasteland
Not sure what to live for
Or to die for, I may be damned

Life's a bluff
But my mind keeps pacing
Interfacing with this here floorplan
Practicing for a showdown
With nothin but a pocket full of sand

Heartland of the tombstone
We all just pass and wave
Passengers pulled by a locomotive
Sitting bulls to the grave



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Morgan
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