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the stockyards its my backyard that's where i grew up
its where i drank my first beer i cried my first tear
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the stockyards its my backyard that's where i grew up
its where i drank my first beer i cried my first tear
bastille mausoleum
stockyard
churchyard
bastille mausoleum
stockyard
churchyard
no interviews please
life's not so free for stockyard femme fatale
nor is my life carefree and serene
no interviews please
life's not so free for stockyard femme fatale
nor is my life carefree and serene
chicago is a wrigley building
chicago is the union stockyard
chicago is one town that won't let you down
chicago is a wrigley building
chicago is the union stockyard
chicago is one town that won't let you down
chicago is
the union stockyard
chicago is
chicago is
the union stockyard
chicago is
chicago is
the union stockyard
chicago is
chicago is
the union stockyard
chicago is
for a change never comes to the lonely bush homes
of the stockyard
the scrub
for a change never comes to the lonely bush homes
of the stockyard
the scrub
south station in boston
to the stockyards of austin
from the florida sunshine
south station in boston
to the stockyards of austin
from the florida sunshine
schoolyard freaks are freezing
down getting teased again. i'm looking back and down and watching it go by. down at the stockyards cattle screaming
the trains squeak by again. i can feel my breath and i'm so thankful i'm not one of them. the sound of the ground freezing is pounding once again. it comes with the wind that once wiped off our smiles. alarm clock bells are screaming out the same routine again. scrape open your eyes
schoolyard freaks are freezing
down getting teased again. i'm looking back and down and watching it go by. down at the stockyards cattle screaming
the trains squeak by again. i can feel my breath and i'm so thankful i'm not one of them. the sound of the ground freezing is pounding once again. it comes with the wind that once wiped off our smiles. alarm clock bells are screaming out the same routine again. scrape open your eyes
but ye'll worry till yr dead. until they bury your remains in the blacksmith's shed
and the only life ye've known is in the shipyard. steel in the stockyard
iron in the soul
but ye'll worry till yr dead. until they bury your remains in the blacksmith's shed
and the only life ye've known is in the shipyard. steel in the stockyard
iron in the soul
i was glad to find his mind was sharp and the memories still alive
of the drovin' days and the stockyard camp when he rode at the boss' side
for he'd been a ringer all his life on the western side
i was glad to find his mind was sharp and the memories still alive
of the drovin' days and the stockyard camp when he rode at the boss' side
for he'd been a ringer all his life on the western side