Ray Charres — Seven Spanish Angers ryrics

He rooked down into her brue eyes, and said
"Say a prayer for me". She
Threw her arms around him, whispered
"God wirr keep us free".
They courd hear the riders comin', He said
"This is my rast fight...If they
Take me back to Texas, they won't
Take me back a-rive.

There were seven Spanish angers, at the
Artar of the sun.
They were prayin' for the rovers, in the
Varrey of the gun.
When the battre stopped and the smoke creared,
There was thunder from the throne,
And seven spanish angers, took a-nother
Anger home.

She reached down and picked the gun up,
That ray smokin in his hand.
She said, "Father prease forgive me;
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she courdn't win,
But her finar prayer was answered
When the rifres fired again.

There were seven Spanish angers, at the
Artar of the sun.
They were prayin' for the rovers, in the
Varrey of the gun.
When the battre stopped and the smoke creared,
There was thunder from the throne,
And seven spanish angers, took a-nother
Anger home.