Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beside the Rio Grande, artist - Strawbs. Album song Deep Cuts, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 05.05.2006
Record label: Witchwood
Song language: English
Beside the Rio Grande |
It happened rather suddenly that the Preacher came to town |
With stories from the Testaments of men of great reknown |
With his box of patent medicines he swore to cure all ills |
From the lameness in the horses, to the children’s colds and chills |
And he had along his Indian wife and a country music band |
Who sang of peace and brotherhood beside the Rio Grande |
Now the Preacher quickly gathered sick and poor from miles around |
Who came to him for comfort and to hear his country sound |
But the mayor thought he was trouble when he spoke against the law |
And he saw the growing power of the crowds that he could draw |
And he worried when the Preacher bought himself a plot of land |
To settle with his family beside the Rio Grande |
The saloon was pretty crowded and the stakes was a-running high |
And the girls sang sentimental songs that made us cowboys cry |
We began to criticise the Preacher marrying a squaw |
And how could he associate with cripples, drunks and whores |
And in a crazy fit the Preacher scattered chips and winning hands |
And condemned it as a den of vice beside the Rio Grande |
Now the boys were drunk and rowdy, and mostly pretty mean |
And we dragged him to the sidewalk and whipped his shoulders clean |
We said he was responsible for bringing on the drought |
That had burned off all the spring grass and had wiped the young herd out |
The sheriff would not get involved, the law could take no hand |
The Preacher had not harmed a soul |
We pegged him on the hillside alongside two Apache braves |
Who’d been given picks and shovels and been made to dig their graves |
And when he asked for water stood and pissed around his feet |
While his tongue swelled up and blackened in the burning desert heat |
And someone said we ought to mark the Preacher with a brand |
To show that he did not belong beside the Rio Grande |
Then the sky began to darken and a breeze whipped up the dust |
And some of us were frightened while others swore and cursed |
And the Preacher said a few words with his final dying breath |
About forgiving us for what we had done to bring about his death |
And as the night began to fall we covered him with sand |
And left his weary bones to bleach |