David Bromberg - Spanish johnny

^CThose other years, the dusty years When we drove the big herds ^Dthrough ^CI tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny ^Dtoo

He'd ^Csit beside a water ditch when all his herd was ^Din And ^Che'd never harm a child but sing ^G to his mando^Dlin He sang the ^Cold songs, the old ways, and the dealins' of our ^Dgame ^CSpanish Johnny seldom spoke, but sang songs of^D Spain

^CAnd his talk with men was vicious talk When he was drunk on ^Dgin Ah, ^Cbut those were golden things he said ^G to his mandoli^Dn

^CWe had to stand, we had to judge, We had to stop him ^Dthen For the ^Chand so gentle to a child had killed so many ^Dmen

^CHe died a hard death long ago before the roads came i^Dn And the ^Cnight before he swung he sung^G to his mand^Dolin ^CWell, we carried him out in the mornin' light a man who done no ^Dgood ^CAnd we lowered him down in the cold cold clay Stuck in a cross of ^Dwood And a ^Cletter he wrote to his kinfolk To tell them where he'd ^Dbeen And we^C shipped it on down to Mexico, ^GAlong with his mandol^Din ^C