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!)