The Amarillo Kid Video (MV)

I was born down in the handle
I was brought up by the strap
When the devil starts to show up in your dreams
Then it's hard to get your dreams back

If I lost my sense of wonder
You can blame it on the banks
'Cause the scammers and the skimmers all swim around together
And every dealer has a fish tank

The numbers never lie but they also never tell the whole truth
Deanna's in the passenger side with the Buffalo blues

She said the guys that you'll be meeting with
Won't be easily impressed
And if your whole thing's where you're coming from
They'll wonder why you left

Used to play first person shooters
I'd spend days inside the games
The speed made my head like a cockpit computer
'Til the wings came off the plane

I was deep in debt and desperate
Met some hasher and his henchmen
Put on my only suit and I walked up to the interview
I applied for the position

When the whole thing finally happened
They flew me out to Buffalo New York
The terms were much different than what we'd first discussed
But I was grateful for the work

Deanna was the girl that used to ride around and wait in the car
The gig was pretty good they just always need to know where you are

They gifted me a CR-V
And a decent place to live
A pistol and a nickname
I'm The Amarillo Kid

Dispatch and deliver
It's tough to drive in winter weather
Thirty minutes or the next one is free
It still feels like forever

Deanna, now I know that you were only there to watch me work
I couldn't see staying on just to maintain the way that we were

The ashtray is the bathtub
There's a stovetop kitchenette
The wallpaper is jaundiced
But it's still a step ahead

Didn't think they'd have the wherewithal
To hunt me down out west
I sold half of it in Wichita
And I'm wrapping up the rest

So, darling, sit down on the bed
Maybe have another hit
And listen to the legend
Of The Amarillo Kid

Listen to the legend
Listen to the legend
Listen to the legends
Of the Amarillo Kid