El pistolero ha llegado ya a la ciudad, Se ha apodado El Tuerto, Su profesion es matar. El pueblo entero ha volado, Nadie quiere salir. En el Salon el
un pistolero, para matar a un pesado le dieron el anticipo y aquel contrato firmaron no se tardo mucho tiempo, para cazar al venado. De pronto aquel pistolero
En el asiento de un coche antiguo, abandonado en un desguace en el olvido con un canuto entre los dedos, cara de malo y con sombrero de vaquero y su pistolera
la apuesta! Se activaron los pistoleros Lero, lero (Ay...) Mujeres, no amarren fuego Lero, Lero (Yo no amarro fuego!) Se activaron los pistoleros Lero
el asiento de un coche antiguo, abandonado en un desguace en el olvido con un canuto entre los dedos, cara de malo y con sombrero de vaquero y su pistolera
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
There was a man whose deeds were dark as night And quite by chance he rode into the light A man, wild as a dust devil with, no place to run Livin' by
THAT GIRL, SHE?S THE ONE LIVE WIRE LITTLE SON OF A GUN THOSE HIPS, MY LIPS, GO TOGETHER LIKE A SINKING SHIP EXCUSE ME, IF I STARE, WOMAN KNOWS WHAT NOT
So draw little piggy better watch out for number one (I think there's bad wind blowing today) You better put up your shudders 'Cause Lord knows now I
Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there You're all of us now, you're all over town On wrappers and cans, you're bigger than life You're braver than
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business,
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
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
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