Mark Knopfler

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, they are fencin’ off the plain
I hate to hear the whistle of the train
The next thing you know they want your pistol and your tobacco

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 wiskey from my saddle bag

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

Now you have best light out and ride
There’s pretty women on the other side
See you in Salinas we’ll be free as air in Mexico