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It's about billy the kid....




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 that I'm alive

I write to the governor to hear my plea
But he don't even answer me
The judge said he's bound to set my spirit free
Sun, don't you rise no more

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

(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
With bullets in their brains
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

Now 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

(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