Pueblo

One trial down in spanos county

Ladies always turn up to watch them fall

And the hands they bind you

They bind you like you want to be broken

But the land is comin', babe

It's coming up golden

Gold and silver streaks



When you hit them

You can't buy sand

In the gross land

Don't say what to make 'em feel



They got take it off my wrists

Jacob you move up my wrists

Jacob you move..when you move

You don't move! you don't moooove!!



Alright i want a cigarette

All those trials and things they try to do

While wondering over why we're insane

Damn land ho(?), won't you?




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