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I've got plates for a purple gas About the only break I catch But I am not the kind of man To blame the dealer on a losin' hand Have a lone star in my eye The darker the sky the brighter it shines Pumpjack checks and baler twine A ton of a grit or maybe it's spite And if I weren't a flatland boy I'd say I have a hill A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride Maybe I'd rеst before I died if I wеren't a flatland boy I hammer down, hair straight back World blurs past tell me how's it that My horizon line's static I guess at least it's a sure bet Was taught to not throw the first fist But if you take a hit finish that sum bitch In a life havin' the upper hand's a myth You're only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit And if I weren't a flatland boy I'd say I'd have a hill A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride Letras de cancionesMaybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy Retired rail ties, point-nine wire Neighbor kid on the fencing pliers Fargo that turns over fine At forty below if you cuss it right A sly thumb of Rye sometimes Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin You can dull the edge, you can look ahead But can't get there, it goes on forever Oh, it just goes on forever You keep your head down, it goes on forever But I’ve got plates for a purple gas I've got plates for a purple gas From Letras Mania