When I was a child, I spoke as a child. Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild. I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris. But I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me.
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night. The Sky above and the mud below. They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight. The sky above and the mud below.
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder. Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don't know. but he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska. The salmon boats and 45 below.
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight. High up in those ancient trees. Lord, I've given up without a fight. Another blind fool on his knees. And all the Gods that I've abandoned.
Thomas G. Russell (Frontera Music, ASCAP, admin: Bug Music). . Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night. The Sky above and the mud below. They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight.
In the hills of Montana. There's a timber wolf howlin'. The Rangers are prowlin'. For a woman alone. She'd run away. From an Indian lover. He'll never recover.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child. Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild. I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris. but I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me.
Carlos Saragosa left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full. He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in Gold. He headed for el Sueco, stole a rooster named Gallo Del Cielo.
In Louisville, Kentucky, name of Cassius Clay. Fought my way up to see another day. Seven [Incomprehensible] 'gainst ol' Sonny Liston. Took my title from him but I kept on my mission.