Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Las Cruces Jail, artist - Two Gallants. Date of issue: 01.05.2013
Song language: English
Las Cruces Jail |
| Well, I spent last night in Las Cruces jail |
| Rain and hail, born to fail |
| Nobody come for to go my bail |
| Sun, don’t you rise no more |
| I shot one man on the county line |
| Took his dime and I blew his mind |
| Now I’m just sitting here, doing time |
| Sun, don’t you rise no more |
| Well, a restless wind is whistling |
| Through my window, through my head |
| Through all the straits that I’ve survived |
| And in my hour of darkness |
| I keep counsel with the dead |
| Just enough to remind me I’m alive |
| I write to the governor to hear my plea |
| But he don’t even answer me |
| The judge said he’s gonna set my spirit free |
| Sun, don’t you rise no more |
| Gallows high, he chose the day |
| Friday the thirteenth of May |
| But I don’t plan to go that way |
| Sun, don’t you ruse no more |
| Goodnight, my Andalucia |
| Don’t buy all the lies that they feed you |
| And though you’re headed slowly |
| To some place I can’t respect |
| I’ll keep you in my collection of regret |
| And that’s twenty-one fell by my gun |
| Well they all fell the same |
| Just need one more to match my age |
| Then I’ll count my killing done |
| But I won’t deny my name: |
| Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage |
| Well desperate times call for desperate men |
| I’m just a kid but I’ll pretend |
| My time will come, but until then |
| Sun, don’t you rise no more |
| But I see the gallows alter |
| That circle 'round the sun |
| They gonna hang me if I stay here |
| Shoot me if I run |
| That jailer better watch his pride |
| Or off my wrists these shackles slide |
| Hear my restless forty-five |
| Sun don’t you rise no more |
| Goodnight, my Andalucia |
| Don’t buy all the lies that they feed you |
| And though you’re headed slowly |
| To some place I can’t respect |
| I’ll keep you in my collection of regrets |
| Down the highway, down the road |
| To infamy I’ll ride |
| I’ll take my pardon on the run |
| With a trail of death behind me |
| And Deluvina at my side |
| Two silhouettes against the sun |
| Well, I spent last night in Las Cruces jail |
| Rain and hail, born to fail |
| Nobody come for to go my bail |
| Sun, don’t you rise no more |