Fences Songtext
von Jason Boland & The Stragglers

A single town county, a hundred horse town
The rodeo rides away, then comes back around
The fiddler was shorted tho he played Cherokee
That′s a warning for to a white boy like me

All I see now are fences
The cards turn a profit
But their people are gone
These old holes in the highway
Are so brutal on bones
You don't dance with who brought you
It′s a lonesome walk home

Can I catch a ride sir, if you're goin' this way
I forgot what would all the Protestants say
She was there for the takin′, there were promises made
The small pox and whiskey, were a mighty bad trade


All I see now are fences
The cards turn a profit
But their people are gone
These old holes in the highway
Are so brutal on bones
You don′t dance with who brought you
It's a lonesome walk home

The tables are turned into dried up remains
Since the storm from the east, blew across the Plains

All I see now are fences
The casinos turn the profit
But their people are gone
These old holes in the highway
Are so brutal on bones
You don′t dance with who brought you
It's a lonesome walk home
You don′t dance with who brought you
It's a lonesome walk home