[Verse 1]
Those other years the dusty years
We drove the big herds through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He'd sit beside a water ditch
When all his herd was in
And he'd never harm a child
But sing to his mandolin
The old talk, the old ways
And the dealing of our game
Spanish Johnny never spoke
But sang a song of Spain
And his talk with men was vicious
Talk when he was drunk on gin
Ah, but those were golden things
He said to his mandolin

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[Verse 2]
We had to stand, we tried to judge
We had to stop him then
For the hand so gentle to a child
Had killed so many men
He died a hard death long ago
Before the road come in
And the night before he swung
He sung to his mandolin
Well, we carried him out in the morning sun
A man that done no good
And we lowered him down in the cold clay
Stuck in a cross of wood
And the letter we wrote to his kinfolk
To tell them where he'd been
And we shipped it out to Mexico
Along with his mandolin...
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