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 warning to a white boy like me

All I see now are fences

The carts turn a profit but the 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

But smallpox and whiskey were a mighty bad trade

All I see now are fences

The carts turn a profit but the 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 have 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