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Strawbs - Beside The Rio Grande lyrics
Strawbs - Beside The Rio Grande
 It happened rather suddenly that the Preacher came to town
 With stories from the Testaments of men of great reknown
 With his box of patent medicines he swore to cure all ills
 From the lameness in the horses, to the children's colds and chills
 And he had along his Indian wife and a country music band
 Who sang of peace and brotherhood beside the Rio Grande.
 Now the Preacher quickly gathered sick and poor from miles around
 Who came to him for comfort and to hear his country sound
 But the mayor thought he was trouble when he spoke against the law
 And he saw the growing power of the crowds that he could draw
 And he worried when the Preacher bought himself a plot of land
 To settle with his family beside the Rio Grande.
 The saloon was pretty crowded and the stakes was a-running high
 And the girls sang sentimental songs that made us cowboys cry
 We began to criticise the Preacher marrying a squaw
 And how could he associate with cripples, drunks and whores
 And in a crazy fit the Preacher scattered chips and winning hands
 And condemned it as a den of vice beside the Rio Grande.Strawbs - Beside The Rio Grande - http://motolyrics.com/strawbs/beside-the-rio-grande-lyrics.html
 Now the boys were drunk and rowdy, and mostly pretty mean
 And we dragged him to the sidewalk and whipped his shoulders clean
 We said he was responsible for bringing on the drought
 That had burned off all the spring grass and had wiped the young herd out
 The sheriff would not get involved, the law could take no hand
 The Preacher had not harmed a soul.
 We pegged him on the hillside alongside two Apache braves
 Who'd been given picks and shovels and been made to dig their graves
 And when he asked for water stood and pissed around his feet
 While his tongue swelled up and blackened in the burning desert heat
 And someone said we ought to mark the Preacher with a brand
 To show that he did not belong beside the Rio Grande.
 Then the sky began to darken and a breeze whipped up the dust
 And some of us were frightened while others swore and cursed
 And the Preacher said a few words with his final dying breath
 About forgiving us for what we had done to bring about his death
 And as the night began to fall we covered him with sand
 And left his weary bones to bleach.









