Steve Gates - Godforsaken lyrics

Godforsaken Whiskey runs around this town Like a fire burning underground But there is no amount of water An' there is no amount from man Godforsake the man Godforsake the man Pine trees twisted but proud Parting for the highway and the summer crowds But there is no amount of money And there is no amount of land Godforsake the man Godforsake the man Who built these bridges here Oh godforsake the man Godforsake the man Godforsake the man Who built these bridges an' tears them down Who gives them money and tears them down A museum of wilderness confines Memories trapped in smaller tongues to resign But there is no amount of money And there is no amount from man