Camerado, see that cloud across the sun There ain't too many places left to run There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow Camerado
Camerado, they are fencing off the plains I hate to hear the whistle of the train The next thing you know they want your pistol and your tobacco Camerado
Got a piece of a '44 on fire in my chest Out here on the mesa I will rest If you can hand me down that whiskey from my saddle bag Camerado
Now the light is dying in the sky That ain't gonna bother you or I Seen enough to die, almost know all that there is to know Camerado
Now you had best lie down and ride There's pretty women on the other side ??? you'll be free as air in Mexico Camerado
