Camerado   See that cloud across the sun   Ain't too many places left to run   There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow   Camerado      Camerado   They are fencing off the plane   I hate to hear the whistle of the train   Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco   Camerado      Got a piece of forty-four on fire in my chest   Out here on the mesa I will rest   If you could hand me down that whiskey from my saddle roll   Camerado      Now the light is dyin' in the sky   That ain't gonna bother you or I   Seen enough a dying to know almost all there is to know   Camerado      Now you had best light out and ride   There's pretty women on the other side   See ya in Sabinas you'll be free as air in Mexico   Camerado