Southwestern Territory The Mountain Goats
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[Verse 1]
Small screen, July evening view
Up and down Grand Avenue
Where the legends get made
Out with the Boys' Brigade
Part of the motorcade
[Verse 2]
Flew home from Texas last night
Slept on the flight
Work like a dog all day
Born to chase cars away
Die on the road someday
[Pre-Chorus]
I try to remember what life was like long ago
But it's gone, you know
[Chorus]
Climb the turnbuckle high
Take two falls out of three
Blackout for local TV
[Verse 3]
Stand in that cold empty hall
Wait for your name to get called
Burn like hillsides on fire
In the squall of the ringside choir
High as a wire
Small screen, July evening view
Up and down Grand Avenue
Where the legends get made
Out with the Boys' Brigade
Part of the motorcade
[Verse 2]
Flew home from Texas last night
Slept on the flight
Work like a dog all day
Born to chase cars away
Die on the road someday
[Pre-Chorus]
I try to remember what life was like long ago
But it's gone, you know
[Chorus]
Climb the turnbuckle high
Take two falls out of three
Blackout for local TV
[Verse 3]
Stand in that cold empty hall
Wait for your name to get called
Burn like hillsides on fire
In the squall of the ringside choir
High as a wire
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