ON THE WAY TO AMARILLO

ON THE WAY

TO AMARILLO

MY RIFEL

MY DOG

MY PONY

MY GOLD

AND ME

The sun is sinking

in the west

The cattle go down

to the stream

I sit here

and have my rest

Its time

for a cowboy

to dream

Going home

to Amarillo

riding through

this canon

with my gold

as a rich man

with my rifel

and my pony

and my dog

and also me

Purple light

at the sky

Purple light

in the canons

and I hear

a shot near by

And I fall

off my pony

and I see

the big red sky

Coming

not home

my sweetheart

darling

Dieing here

and die alone

Dont be lonely

get a man

and get soon

as you can

And dont wait

for my Pony

do not waite

also for me

and my dog

sweetheart

honey

We became

all three shot

Whippoorwill

in the willow

sings the

death– march–

- melody

for my pony

and the dog

and for me

But my gold

and my rifel

they are both

well and alive

have now

an other owner

who has no widow

as wife

Purple light

in the canons

That were I

long to be

with my four good

compagneros

with my dog

my pony

and my rifel

and me …

not with my gold

its my disluck

and my fatum

that I die

lonesome

in this canon

under

a purpel sky