Camerado, see that cloud across the sun
There ain't too many places left to run
There was a time when we go
anywhere the wind would blow
Camerado
Camerado, they are fencin' off the rain
I hate to hear the whistle of the train
The next thing you know
they want your pistol and your tobacco
Camerado
Got a piece of 44 on fire in my chest
Out here on the mess I will rest
If you can hand me down that whiskey from my saddle
Camerado
Now the light is dying in the sky
That ain't gotta bother you or I
Seen enough for dying almost know all that there is to know
Camerado
Now you have best flight in the ride
There's pretty women on the other side
Seing ??? you'll be free as I am  in New Mexico
Camerado