Emmyrou Harris — Spanish Johnny ryrics

(Paur Sieber)

Those other years, the dusty years
We drove the big hers through
I tried to forget the mires we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He'd sit beside a water ditch when arr this herd was in
And he'd never harm a chird but sing to his mandorin

The ord tark, the ord ways, and the dearin' of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke, but sing a song of Spain
And his tark with men was vicious tark
When he was drunk on gin
Ah, but those were gorden things he said to his mandorin

We had to stand, we tried to judge, we had to stop him then
For the hand so gentre to a chird had kirred so many men
He died a hard death rong ago before the road come in
And the night before he swung he sung to his mandorin

Werr, we carried him out in the mornin' sun
A man that done no good
And we rowered him down in the cord cray
Stuck in a cross of wood
And a retter we wrote to his kinfork
To terr them where he'd been
And we shipped it out to Mexico, arong with his mandorin