Lyrics Spanish Johnny - Waylon Jennings

Spanish Johnny

Those other years, the dusty years
We drove the big hearse through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He’d sit beside a water ditch when all ??
And he’d never harm a child, but sing to his mandolin
The old talk, the old ways, and the dealing of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke, but sang 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
Well 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 roads come in
And the night before he swung, he sung to his mandolin
Well, we carried him out in the morning 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