I'm a beat-up wreck, a rolling leaf
Mossy wall like broken teeth
All that lies underneath
Is trouble
We'll end up back on the street
Clicking fingers, tapping feet
Dancing and clapping the beat
In puddles
Oh, western soul everywhere
Oh, western soul
The wind it knows all the songs
Helps us as we jog along
Don't bring the blues down upon
Us much
Birds dragging looming mass
Neil Young sky drums going crash
Guitar lightening turns all to ash
As it must
Oh, western soul everywhere
Oh, western soul
Don't bother knocking the door is busted
Frame is loose, hinges are rusted out
We're in here wasting
Nothing now can ever phase us
Providence amongst the chaos
We are tasting
I'm a beat-up wreck, a rolling leaf
Mossy wall like broken teeth
All that lies underneath
Is trouble
All that lies underneath
Is trouble
All that lies underneath
Is trouble
Oh, western soul everywhere
Oh, western soul everywhere