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Kane - Something's Gotta Give
Busted hands and broken land
And black gold turned to sand
And the whiskey's the only well that's running deep
Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again
At the mercy of that west Texas wind
And the tumbleweeds, they seem to know more than me.
Yeah they always find their way right out of town
They never turn back,
They keep on rolling and they don't slow down.
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain' no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.
Busted hands and broken land
And black gold turned to sand
And the whiskey's the only well that's running deep
Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again
At the mercy of that west Texas wind
And the tumbleweeds, they seem to know more than me.
Yeah they always find their way right out of town
They never turn back,
They keep on rolling and they don't slow down.
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain' no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.
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