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Orville Peck – No Glory In The West

No Glory In The West By Orville Peck

They say Paris is dead
Lived through London and drank through Memphis
The things you live by were once just a guess
And the rain
No glory in the west

No, there ain’t no glory in the west

Hard to think on your feet
Tired of begging and just to compete
Shoot to win can feel so bittersweet
But you take what you can get

‘Cause there ain’t no glory in the west

Blazing on ahead
Burning through it
Coming down the den
No where left to go
Going is all we know

Riding past the best
Then there’s still no rest
And there’s still no rest
The rain, the glory, in the west

What’s a boy to do?
Hit the road with a dollar or two
Haunted by what he knows what he can’t do
Gets it off his chest

‘Cause there ain’t no glory in the west

Burning on ahead
Blazing through it
Running blind again
No where left to go
Going is all we know

Riding past the best
And there’s still no rest
And there’s still no rest
And there’s still no rest
The rain, the glory, in the west

Count your blessings they’ll say
And after each midnight begins a new day
But don’t place your bets on a word that they say
They’ll put your life to rest

‘Cause there ain’t no glory in the west
No there ain’t no glory in the west
There ain’t no glory in the west