Fences

A single town county, a hundred-horse town
The rodeo rides away, then comes back around
The fiddler was shorted though he played Cherokee
That’s a warnin' 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 smallpox 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 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
You don’t dance with who brought you, it’s a lonesome walk home