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