Western Lyrics by The Church
Well I remember Cappadocia
The way the people just approaching you
The mineral bars and rolling the dice
Working every day and playing every night
She spins the locks on the door
Some zero wanting a score
I say I don’t live here anymore
But I’ll gladly take that money off your hands
The days were blue, the sea was black
I bought a snake that I kept in a sack
I got a dagger and a bill out of whack
There was another world just behind the cracks
I’ve seen that face in a dream
One of the westerns that I’ve seen
I’ve got a storm on my hands now
Riding down to the western lands
I went down to (?)
It was the best place I’d ever been
I’ve got a baby on my hand now
Riding down to the western lands
