[Verse 1] Those other years the dusty years We drove the big herds through I tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny too Hed sit beside a water ditch When all his herd was in And hed never harm a child But sing to his mandolin The old talk, the old ways And the dealing of our game Spanish Johnny never spoke But sang a song of Spain And his talk with men was vicious Talk when he was drunk on gin Ah, but those were golden things He said to his mandolin [Instrumental] [Verse 2] We had to stand, we tried to judge We had to stop him then For the hand so gentle to a child Had killed so many men He died a hard death long ago Before the road come in And the night before he swung He sung to his mandolin Well, we carried him out in the morning sun A man that done no good And we lowered him down in the cold clay Stuck in a cross of wood And the letter we wrote to his kinfolk To tell them where hed been And we shipped it out to Mexico Along with his mandolin...You might also like
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