Camerado

Camarado See that cloud across the sun Ain't too many places left to run There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow Camarado Camarado They are fencing off the range I hate to hear the whistle of the train Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco Camarado Got a piece of forty-four on fire in my chest Out here on the mesa I will rest If you could hand me down that whiskey from my saddle roll Camarado Now the light is dyin' in the sky That ain't gonna bother you or I Seen enough a dying to know almost all there is to know Camarado Now you had best light out and ride There's pretty women on the other side See ya in Sabinas you'll be free as air in Mexico Camarado