Western Soul

I'm a beat-up wreck, a rolling leaf
Mossy wall like broken teeth
All that lies underneath
Is trouble

We'll end up back on the street
Clicking fingers, tapping feet
Dancing and clapping the beat
In puddles

Oh, western soul everywhere
Oh, western soul

The wind it knows all the songs
Helps us as we jog along
Don't bring the blues down upon
Us much

Birds dragging looming mass
Neil Young sky drums going crash
Guitar lightening turns all to ash
As it must

Oh, western soul everywhere
Oh, western soul

Don't bother knocking the door is busted
Frame is loose, hinges are rusted out
We're in here wasting
Nothing now can ever phase us
Providence amongst the chaos
We are tasting

I'm a beat-up wreck, a rolling leaf
Mossy wall like broken teeth
All that lies underneath
Is trouble
All that lies underneath
Is trouble
All that lies underneath
Is trouble

Oh, western soul everywhere
Oh, western soul everywhere