Camerado

Camerado
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
Camerado

Camerado
They are fencing off the plains
But I hate to hear the whistle of the train
Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco
Camerado

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
Camerado

Now the light is dying in the sky
That ain't gonna bother you or I
Seen enough of dying, almost all that there is to know
Camerado

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
Camerado