Letras de Jack Straw

We can share the women, we can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours, ′cause we done shared all of mine
Keep a rolling, just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy, you're moving much too slow

I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in change
Now ain′t that heaven sent?

Hurts my ears to listen, and it burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me

We used to play for silver, now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken, now the die must fall
There ain′t a winner in this game
Who don′t go home with all
Not with all

Leaving Texas, fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne from sea to shining sea

Gotta get to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Got to settle one old score
And one small point of pride

Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
Keep him from the sun
Ain′t no bed will give us rest, man
You keep us on the run

Jack Straw from Wichita, cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down
Half a mile from Tucson by the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy, you're moving much too slow

We can share the women, we can share the wine