I'm as sad as the willow That weeps in the valley Since you've gone, Since you've gone from my arms I'm as sad as the cold wind That rythes in the treetops
I see a candlelight down in the little green valley Where morning glory vines are twining 'round my door Oh, how I wish I were there again down in the
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina Music would play and Felina would
Cool Water ------Marty Robbins All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water Old Dan and I with throats burt dry and souls
They call me a drifter, they say I'm no good I'll never amount to a thing Well, I may be a drifter and I may be no good There's joy in this song that
I was hangin' around town, just spendin' my time Out of a job, not earnin' a dime A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose You're a bronc fighter from
When I hear the rain a comin' down it makes me sad and blue Was on a rainy night like this that Flo said we were through I told her how I loved her, and
I came to town to search for gold And I brought with me a memory And I seem to hear the night wind cry Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree Your dreams
I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico I was running, dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so Far behind lay Kansas City and the past
And now, my friends, you've asked me what makes me sad and still And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill Run in your ponies closer and
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did 'Way out in New Mexico long long ago When a man's only chance
I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that'll cook three square And a bunk where
When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother
Two gunslingers, walked out in the street And one said, "I don't wanna fight no more" And the other gunslinger thought about it And he said, "Yeah what
I got some big six-shooters packed up on my steed And I only take 'em off unless I got some flesh to feed Intimidation to the max is what'll do it to
Pistolero Pistolero.where do you roam? Pistolero Pistolero.on your way home. Everytime a candle burns, waiting there for your return. The candle is out Pistolero
(ellas mcdaniel) 1960 Bo diddley's a gunslinger, Bo diddley's a gunslinger, Yeh, ah-ha, Yeh, ah-ha, I've got a story I really want to tell, About bo