Camarado, see that cloud across the sun
Ain't too many places left to run
There was a time when we'd go anywhere
The wind would blow
Camarado

Camarado, they are fencing off the plains
I hate to hear the whistle of the train
Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco
Camarado

Gota piece of .44 on fire in my chest
Out here on the mesa I will rest
If you could hand me down that whiskey
From my saddle bag
Camarado

Now the light is dying in the sky
That ain't gonna bother you or I
Seen enough of dyin' almost know all that there is to know
Camarado

Now you had best light outand ride
There's pretty women on the other side
See you in salinas
We'll be free as air in mexico
Camarado