Big Whiskey - Pistolero Blues lyrics

PISTOLERO BLUES (Stan Jarmiolowski) Been riding for so long the saddle starts to stain, but I know that if I stop, then I will surely hang! 'cos I shot a man in-cold-blood -- there in Santa Fe, caught him with my woman on that fateful day! (CHORUS 1) Haven't had a minute's rest -- well it seems it's been a year! Whiskey's runnin' low, and I fear the end is near! The ground is cold -- wish these weren't my boots I'm hungry, tired, and wanted -- I got the Pistolero Blues! (a-h-h, ha, ha, ha!) I had to kill her too -- with my heart-broke hands Never be unfaithful to a just-man Now they're lookin' for me in the rosy-light of dusk, nowhere in this county is a man that I can trust (To CHORUS 1) My horse is getting winded and the food is runnin' low I'm hopin' they both hold-out -- at least to Mexico the bullets I have taken in my arm and in my chest, don't scare me half-as-much as the thought of my arrest! They'll swing me from a tree with a brand-new rope, unless I make the border -- that's my only hope! (CHORUS 2) Haven't had a minute's rest -- well it seems it's been a year! Whiskey's runnin' low, and I fear the end is near! The ground is cold -- wish these weren't my boots I'm hungry, tired, and wanted; I got nothin' left to lose ..... (TAG) .... yeah, the ground is cold -- wish these weren't my boots I'm hungry, tired, and wanted -- I got the Pistolero Blues! (a-h-h, ha, ha, ha!)