Camerado See that cloud across the sun Ain't too many places left to run There was a time when we'd go anywhere, and the wind would blow Camerado
Camerado They are fencing off the plains And 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 .44 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 dyin' in the sky That ain't gonna bother you or I Seen enough a dying to know almost all 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 CameradoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
