Cowboy Guilt

We spend our only season
On a mattress sleeping
With our best friend
We turned our wind to livers
With weary resignation
Three southern spines to the wind
Wrapped in my Sunday best wear
The king of fall protects it
Wrapped in my Sunday best wear
The king of fall protects it

You had us in stitches
With your George W. impressions
You sang of reparation
With the native Americans
You've donned your cowboy guilt
You've donned your cowboy guilt

We've drown our wind to livers
With bleary expectation
Three southern spines to the end

I was green and protected
Wrapped in my Sunday best wear
The king of fall protects it
I was green and protected
Wrapped in my Sunday best wear
The king of fall protects it



Credits
Writer(s): Mackenzie Ruth Scott
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