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The Devil's Rope

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Americana

The Devil's Rope was released on October 20, 2021 by Extreme Music as a part of the album The Devil's Rope

Song Details

AlbumThe Devil's Rope

Release DateOctober 20, 2021

LabelExtreme Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mike Murray

Performer

Michael William Murray

Michael William Murray

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael William Murray

Michael William Murray

Songwriter

Lyrics

Haystack Butte helplessly looked on

In the colorless light of the grey pre-dawn

They brought it out by rail before the west was gone

Unspooled it across the plains, a million miles long

Keep your cattle in, they said, and you can keep your neighbors out

Manifest your destiny, destroy migration routes

Like a dead man in the gallows, and the noose around his throat

To native tribes and peoples, it was called the devil’s rope

Go on, just wrap up the whole damn thing

Plow it, and graze it, like it’s your destiny

And when that pasture is nothing but dust and ash

Over the next ridge, there’s always more land to be had

And with enough time you’ll singing this trusty trope

You can win any fight with the devil’s rope

Bison were imprisoned, no coming or leaving

Turned indigenous nomads into people of treason

Like a Cottonwood leaf in the fall, at the end of its season

The wilderness withered away to white man’s reasons

Go on, just wrap up the whole damn thing

Plow it, and graze it, like it’s your destiny

And when that pasture is nothing but dust and ash

Over the next ridge, there’s always more land to be had

And with enough time you’ll singing this trusty trope

You can win any fight with the devil’s rope

But how can anybody own the dirt

If the earth is our mother and she gave us birth

And why are we shortsighted and always fail to see

How our deeds will be judged by history

But a man’s gotta eat and his empire gotta grow

So c’mon give me a hand, with this here devil’s rope

Go on, just wrap up the whole damn thing

Plow it, and graze it, like it’s your destiny

And when that pasture is nothing but dust and ash

Over the next ridge, there’s always more land to be had

And with enough time you’ll singing this trusty trope

You can win any fight with the devil’s rope

Written by: Michael William Murray

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