C Those other years, the dusty yearsD When we drove the big herds throughC I tried to forget the miles we rodeD And Spanish Johnny too [Verse 2]C D He'd sit beside a water ditch when all his herd was inC G D And he'd never harm a child but sing to his mandolinC He sang the old songs, the old ways,D and the dealins' of our gameC D Spanish Johnny seldom spoke, but sang songs of Spain[Verse 3]C And his talk with men was vicious talkD When he was drunk on ginC G D Ah, but those were golden things he said to his mandolin [GUITAR G O] [vERSE 4]C We had to stand, we had to judge,D We had to stop him thenC D For the hand so gentle to a child had killed so many men [vERSE 5]C D He died a hard death long ago before the roads came inC G D And the night before he swung he sung to his mandolinC Well, we carried him out in the mornin' lightD a man who done no goodC And we lowered him down in the cold cold clayD Stuck in a cross of woodC And a letter he wrote to his kinfolkD To tell them where he'd beenC And we shipped it on down to Mexico,G D C Along with his mandolin
Spanish Johnny
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