Spanish Johnny Lyrics

(Paul Siebel)

Those other years, the dusty years
We drove the big hers through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He'd sit beside a water ditch
When all this herd was in
And he'd never harm a child
But sing to his mandolin.

The old talk, the old ways,
And the dealin' of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke,
But sing a song of Spain
And his talk with men was vicious talk
When he was drunk on gin
Ah, but those were golden things
He said to his mandolin.Emmylou Harris - Spanish Johnny - http://motolyrics.com/emmylou-harris/spanish-johnny-lyrics.html

We had to stand, we tried to judge,
We had to stop him then
For the hand so gentle to a child
Had killed so many men
He died a hard death long ago
before the road come in
And the night before he swung
He sung to his mandolin.

Well, we carried him out in the mornin' sun
A man that done no good
And we lowered him down in the cold clay
Stuck in a cross of wood
And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk
To tell them where he'd been
And we shipped it out to Mexico,
Along with his mandolin...