Come on and saddle up boys 'cause the governor said He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's Head I hear Joaquin Murrietta's steals horses and gold Killed a sheriff in Mariposa or so I'm told He's the Devil's bloody bastard, wicked and no good But all the Mexican's swear that's he's Robin Hood Well, with my wife and my sons I work as hard as I can On thirteen acres of California land But the rains never came and I got debts I can't pay Now the banks gonna steal my farm away So, come on and saddle up, boys, 'cause the governor said He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's Head He don't want him alive, he wants him dead He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's Head I hear Joaquin Murrietta rides to avenge The murder of his wife by a mob of drunk men Well, I don't give a damn if it's a lie of if it's true 'Cause for his family ain't much a man won't do You see the fever came around and my youngest boy took ill And I didn't have money to pay no doctor's bills So I buried his body beneath that oak on the hill But if I had some money I swear he'd be alive still So, come on and saddle up, boys, 'cause the governor said He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's Head He don't want him alive, he wants him dead He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's Head Now the Bible says, you reap what you sow That may be right but I really don't know Well, if it is Murrietta will be damned to Hell And when I kill him, I'll be damned as well So, come on and saddle up, boys, 'cause the governor said He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's Head He don't want him alive, he wants him dead He'll pay three thousand dollars for Murrietta's HeadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
