Willie Nelson Album

Livin on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
Weren't your momma's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boss, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know in the desert down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dyin' words, ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federales say, "Could'a had him any day."
They only let him slip away, out of kindness, I suppose

Lefty can't sing the blues all night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south has ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows

All the Federales say, "Could'a had him any day"
They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet, and Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old

A few gray Federales say, they could'a had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness, I suppose

All your stations are being torn down a high flying trains no longer roar
The floors're all sagging with boards at a suffering from not being used anymore
Things're all changing the world's rearranging a time that will soon be no more
Where has a slow movin' once quickdraw outlaw got to go
The whiskey that once settled the dust tasted so fine now taste so faint
And the mem'ries that once floated out come back stronger
And more clearly with each drink you take
And the women who warmed you once thought so pretty now look haggard and old
So where has a slow movin' once quickdraw outlaw got to go
[ guitar ]
This land where I travel once fashion with beauty now stands with scars on her face
The wide open spaces are closin' in quickly from the ways of the whole human race
And it's not that I blame them for claming her bounty
I just wish they're takin' her slow
Cause where has a slow movin' once quick draw outlaw got to go
Tell me where has a slow movin' once quick draw outlaw got to go

N: Are there any more real cowboys
N: Left out in these hills
N: Will the fire hit the iron one more time
N: And will one more dusty pick-up
N: Come rolling down the road
N: With a load of feed before the sun gets high
N: Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies

W: Not the one that's snortin' cocaine
W: When the honky-tonk's all closed
W: But the one that prays for more rain, heaven knows
W: That the good feed brings the money
W: And the money buys the clothes
W: Not the diamond sequins shining on TV
W: But the kind the working cowboy really needs

Both: Are there any more country families
Both: Still working hand in hand
Both: Trying hard to stay together and make a stand
Both: While the rows and rows of houses
Both: Come creepin' up on the land
Both: Where the cattle graze and an old gray barn still stands
Both: Are there any more real cowboys in this land
Both: Are there any more real cowboys in this land

I told my heart I didn't love you that I'd be happy if we'd part
But now I know I was mistaken I told a lie to my heart
I told my heart I didn't love you now we'll forever be apart
Lonely years of tears and sorrow I told a lie to my heart
[ guitar ]
If we sin somehow we pay and now the bitter teardrops start
I must learn to live without you I told a lie to my heart
I told my heart I didn't love you that I'll be happy if we'll part
Lonely years of tears and sorrow I told a lie to my heart

Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got bright lights
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Everybody's goin' San Antonio on a Saturday night
River walkin' talkin' western swingin' singin'
Songs of love and yellow roses

There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
It's honky tonkin' heaven underneath that lone star sky
You can lose your blues in Mexico with their women and their wine
Cause it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
[ fiddle - steel ]
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothing can compare to it no matter how you try
Colorodo's mighty friendly with your Rocky Mountain high
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
When the sun goes down it's time to paint the town
That's when you hear those fiddles play
[ fiddle ]
From Dallas to Del Rio and up to Amarillo they'll be dancin' in the streets
Loud and rowdy howdy howdy haughty lawdy
How I wish that I could be in Abilene
There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothing can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got bright lights
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night

He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me."
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
They could hear the riders comin,
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."

**Chorus**
There were seven Spanish Angels,
At the alter of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
When the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.

She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smokin in his hand.
She said, "Father please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
Her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.

**Chorus**

Willie Nelson & Julio Iglesias

To all the girls I've loved before
Who travelled in and out my door
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before

To all the girls I once caressed
And may I say I've held the best
For helping me to grow
I owe a lot I know
To all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away

To all the girls who shared my life
Who now are someone else's wives
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before

To all the girls who cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away

To all the girls we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before

To all the girls we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before...

Where's my pal where's my friend all good things must have an end
Sad things and nothing's on and on they go I guess he went to Mexico
They all went to Mexico buenas dias got to go
Tengo que obedecer mi corazon they all went to Mexico
[ guitar ]
Where's my mule and where's my dray straw hat's packed up and gone away
The mule don't go north and dray go slow they both went to Mexico
Where's my sweetie where's the face that lit dark corners every place
She put up with me long time you know and then she had to go to Mexico
They all went to Mexico...
[ accordion ]
Where's my brown dog where's my hound he liked my truck he hung around
But he's a canine Romeo and I guess he went to Mexico
Where's that woman so sweet so mean her heart was cautious her mind was keen
She was always looking for the peccadillo I hope she went to Mexico
They all went to Mexico...
[ guitar ]
Where's December's happy crew with German bikes and sidecars too
They take the truck south to St Louis MO motorcycle all the way to Mexico
Where's my luck and where's my grace has it all been just a foolish chase
Every time I hear that rainy chill wind blow I think it might be time to head to Mexico
They all went to Mexico...
They all went to Mexico...
[ guitar ]

Well I met a California girl in Memphis
And she tried to take me upstairs for a ride
And she had to hold me right across her shoulder
And I just can't seem to get her off of my mind
These honky tonk women gonna give me give give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman give me give give me the honky tonk blues

Well I later did the same in New York City
And I had to pull out of some kind of a fight
And the lady she covered me with roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
Honky tonk women...
[ fiddle ]
And she had to hold me...
She's a honky tonk woman...
Honky tonk women...
She's a honky tonk woman...

If I only had one arm to hold you
Well better yet if I had none at all
Then I wouldn't have two arms that ache
For you there'd be one less mem'ry to recall
If I only had one ear to listen to
The lies that you told to me
Then I more closely resemble
The half a man that you've made of me
If I only had one leg to stand on
Then how much how much truer picture you'd see
Cause then I more closely resemble
The half a man that you've made of me