| Beggin' your pardon there stranger | 
| You look like you’re new to this town | 
| We’re a long way away from the beach here | 
| You won’t see many gringos around | 
| Well I come from West Colorado | 
| And I’ve wandered this world far and wide | 
| I’ve lived for some years in the shadows | 
| And my eyes are unused to this light | 
| If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | 
| I will tell you the tale of my life | 
| It’s long and it’s sad but it fits me | 
| And it may bring a tear to your eye | 
| All the men of my family were solidiers | 
| The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | 
| When my turn came all that was over | 
| But I’d already made up my mind | 
| I was there when we blew though Grenada | 
| And I still have to ask myself why | 
| Then we took down that fool Noriega | 
| That’s where I caught the good colonel’s eye | 
| Well he asked me if I loved my country | 
| And before I had time to reply | 
| He regaled me with tales of past glories | 
| I believed every one of his lies | 
| So I left my old life behind me | 
| Turned my back on my family and friends | 
| And I did everything that they asked me | 
| And I lost some sleep now and again | 
| And I lived like a thief and assassin | 
| I smuggled their poisons sometimes | 
| Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | 
| And the colonel himself dropped the dime | 
| So if you’re ever in west Colorado | 
| Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | 
| There’s a price on my head and I can’t go | 
| So I’ll just wait around here 'til I die |