Camerado, see that cloud across the sun
There ain't too many places left to run
There was a time when we go anywhere the wind would blow
Camerado
Camerado, they are fencin' off the plain
I hate to hear the whistle of the train
The next thing you know they want your pistol and your tobacco
Camerado
Got a piece of .44 on fire in my chest
Out here on the mess I will rest
If you can hand me down that wiskey from my saddle bag
Camerado
Now the light is dying in the sky
That ain't gotta bother you or I
Seen enough for dying almost know all that there is to know
Camerado
Now you have best light out and ride
There's pretty women on the other side
See you in Salinas you'll be free as air in Mexico
Camerado
