Tara Shupe

Tara Shupe

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Lyrics

The Great Western Show

Written By: Tara J. Shupe

The Great Western Show,
The cowboys and the buffalo,
Sorry mama I must go.
In hides I will be paid there’s such riches to be made.

The wilderness to tame,
I will take steady aim
at golden herds of game.
Manifest destiny we’ll starve out the enemy.

When the value’s set.
All’s willing to pay the debt,
You take all that you can get.
Opportunity is yours to make and failure's yours alone to take.

Freedom in buffalo hide
A little piece that you can buy
While helping this country drive
across this brilliant land preserved by God for the white man.

So I will take that train
A contract cowboy on the range
A promised fortune to go claim
Through wild tribes, the pain and strife I’m going to make a better life.

For God and Country for myself
For anxious Eastern shop-store shelves
We’re going to all share in the wealth.
The West is to be won we’ll trail behind the blazing sun.

Whiskey Song

Written By: Tara J. Shupe

Eleven in the morning, I’m going to call the day with a whiskey song,
then grab my blanket and the bottle and stay right here all winter long.
Well, I’ve traded out my spirits and the sacrament I drink
To fill these holes and heal this soul and stop my mind from all it’s thinking.

Oh the sweet low buzz of the radiator
Going to check out here, pack my bags and catch you later
I’ve got to much hope and it’s burning like a plane going down, going down
And I am going to drown it out.

When the thawing starts you aren’t sure if you can take it on,
the whispering of rumors, life both underneath and far beyond.
The way your heart will writhe, like to cut out both your eyes
For what you never meant to see, for believing all their lies.
So won’t you sing a whiskey song? Please.
While I slowly go to sleep.

To the sweet low buzz of the radiator
Going to check out here, pack my bags and catch you later.
I’ve got to much hope and it’s burning like a plane going down, going down
And I am going to drown it out.

Whiskey Song

Written By: Tara J. Shupe

Eleven in the morning, I’m going to call the day with a whiskey song,
then grab my blanket and the bottle and stay right here all winter long.
Well, I’ve traded out my spirits and the sacrament I drink
To fill these holes and heal this soul and stop my mind from all it’s thinking.

Oh the sweet low buzz of the radiator
Going to check out here, pack my bags and catch you later
I’ve got to much hope and it’s burning like a plane going down, going down
And I am going to drown it out.

When the thawing starts you aren’t sure if you can take it on,
the whispering of rumors, life both underneath and far beyond.
The way your heart will writhe, like to cut out both your eyes
For what you never meant to see, for believing all their lies.
So won’t you sing a whiskey song? Please.
While I slowly go to sleep.

To the sweet low buzz of the radiator
Going to check out here, pack my bags and catch you later.
I’ve got to much hope and it’s burning like plane going down, going down
And I am going to drown it out.