Well, I've seen a few skies of silver
And a lot of them of green
And quite a few washed up hills in the spring
And the cruel August weather
Slowing my deep breath
Fighting the liquor burning through my chest
Yeah, I've left a few friends in Kansas
For the forests in a dream
And all my local haunts where the beer is cheap
And it's a gnawing feeling
When all you can do is pray
For all the scattered lifetimes of yesterday
And I know nothings forever
But the memories might reap
When they come back like specters in my sleep
And everything's slow motion
And all too fast the same
God's country leaves me nothing but my shame
Of past and present alike
A shattered pane of moments
The country lines running like they're omens
Like a horror film to come
And I'm murdered in the end
Moving aside the warnings that they lend
Well, I've seen a skies of silver
And a lot of them of green
And quite a few washed up hills in the spring
Yeah, I've left a few friends in Kansas
Some of them I'll keep
And all my local haunts where the beer is cheap
The Yellow Dog Club - An Ode to Kansas Lyrics
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Well, I've seen a few skies of silver
And a lot of them of green
And quite a few washed up hills in the spring
And the cruel August weather
Slowing my deep breath
Fighting the liquor burning through my chest
Yeah, I've left a few friends in Kansas
For the forests in a dream
And all my local haunts where the beer is cheap
And it's a gnawing feeling
When all you can do is pray
For all the scattered lifetimes of yesterday
And I know nothings forever
But the memories might reap
When they come back like specters in my sleep
And everything's slow motion
And all too fast the same
God's country leaves me nothing but my shame
Of past and present alike
A shattered pane of moments
The country lines running like they're omens
Like a horror film to come
And I'm murdered in the end
Moving aside the warnings that they lend
Well, I've seen a skies of silver
And a lot of them of green
And quite a few washed up hills in the spring
Yeah, I've left a few friends in Kansas
Some of them I'll keep
And all my local haunts where the beer is cheap
And a lot of them of green
And quite a few washed up hills in the spring
And the cruel August weather
Slowing my deep breath
Fighting the liquor burning through my chest
Yeah, I've left a few friends in Kansas
For the forests in a dream
And all my local haunts where the beer is cheap
And it's a gnawing feeling
When all you can do is pray
For all the scattered lifetimes of yesterday
And I know nothings forever
But the memories might reap
When they come back like specters in my sleep
And everything's slow motion
And all too fast the same
God's country leaves me nothing but my shame
Of past and present alike
A shattered pane of moments
The country lines running like they're omens
Like a horror film to come
And I'm murdered in the end
Moving aside the warnings that they lend
Well, I've seen a skies of silver
And a lot of them of green
And quite a few washed up hills in the spring
Yeah, I've left a few friends in Kansas
Some of them I'll keep
And all my local haunts where the beer is cheap
Writer: Elis Long
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