I've rode o'er hot, dry deserts And over mountains tall I believed in the bad land sayin' "A good gun never falls" - Hoyt Axton

And I dream in the morning that she brings me water And I dream in the evening that she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter from Puerta Piñasco South of the border, in old Mexico.

I believe in Jesus An' what the Bible said An' I am fairly certain He had himself a heavy head. He scared the lyin' people So bad, they hung him dead An' they never even listened To what he really said.

When I was a little baby, my mama she said "Son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung."