Turn around
Walk away from this old yellow city
The sunsets in the west
And those pastures so pretty
The dust in this town
Will push around
The wind and the rain will get gritty
Turn around, walk away from this old yellow city
Tornado alleys, coyote valleys, tumbleweeds blowing through the mud
It's a pool players prison
For general admission
They can show you the color of your blood
So turn around, walk away, from this old yellow city
The puke joints, the pigs, and the republicans pity
The cigarette smoke, the hearts that you broke
Just leave the whole damn committee
Turn around walk away from this old yellow city
Turn around walk away from this old yellow city
The puke joints, the pigs, and the republicans pity
The cigarette smoke, the hearts that you broke
Just leave the whole damn committee
Turn around walk away from this old yellow city
Turn around walk away from this old yellow city