Well, I never been to Spain But I kinda like the music Say the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it They don't abuse it, never gonna lose it I can't refuse it.
I believe in Jesus An' what the Bible said An' I am fairly certain He had himself a heavy head. He scared the lyin' people So bad, they hung him dead An' they never even listened To what he really said.
I'm a high night flier and a rainbow rider And a straight-shooting son of a gun.
And we could have been sweethearts, forever and ever, Could have loved a whole lot more, been a little more true.
Well you could have been lonely every night now, Could have cried a whole lot more, been a little bit blue Oh, you could have been lonely, for your one and only, You could have loved me as much as I love you.
And I dream in the morning that she brings me water And I dream in the evening that she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter from Puerta Piasco South of the border, in old Mexico.
And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.
The dealer for a nickel Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams Ah, but the pusher ruin your body Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream.
God damn, The Pusher God damn, I say The Pusher I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man.
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round With tombstones in their eyes But the pusher don't care Ah, if you live or if you die.
You know I've smoked a lot of grass O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills But I never touched nothin' That my spirit could kill.
I've rode o'er hot, dry deserts And over mountains tall I believed in the bad land sayin' "A good gun never falls"
Strongest of Oak is the gallows Tighest of knots is the noose Why oh why did I kill that man Now I'll never get loose
When I was a little baby, my mama she said "Son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung."
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar Spend it fast as I can for a wailin' song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, oh yeah.