Spanish Johnny - Emmylou Harris (爱美萝·哈里斯)
Those other years the dusty years
We drove the big hers through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He'd sit beside a water ditch
When all this herd was in
And he'd never harm a child
But sing to his mandolin
The old talk the old ways
And the dealin' of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke
Sing 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
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 mornin' sun
A man that done no good
And we lowered him down in the cold clay
Stuck in a cross of wood
And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk
To tell them where he'd been
And we shipped it out to Mexico
Along with his mandolin
