By Dub Miller and Matt Skinner
[C]Le[C/B]ft a[Am] dead man in Chihuahua, now hes hiding out in Baja
[F]in[G] the sun and sand where no one knows the past
[C]of[C/B] a l[Am]ong forgotten hero from a long forgotten time
[D]an[G] outlaw who has seen his better days
[Am]Now[F] in Cabo senoritas, forgotten dreams and cheap tequila
[C]ma[G]ybe he might ease his wounded soul
[C]fr[C/B]om a[Am] thousand revolutions, he must pay his retribution,
[F]an[G]d [C]make his peace with finally getting old
Chorus:
[C7]He [F]sa[G]id[C] I[C/B]ve [Am]been to all four corners, and Ive ridden all four winds
[Am/G]and I[F]v[G]e [C]had somewhere to go up till now
[F]he[G]s[C] t[C/B]he l[Am]ast of a dying breed, whos seen all there is to see
[F]an[G]d [C]hes paying the fiddler now.
When the cold wind hit the Frio, it was time to leave Del Rio
Uncle Sam was calling him to fight
headlines say torpedoes, their like Houston mosquitoes
boys, pack your bags, were leaving here tonight
It was that Pacific Ocean where he first got the notion
that a mercenary lifes the way to be
so he traded in his saddle and his favorite pair of boots
for the wind and sail and life upon the sea
Chorus
In the spring of 45, he left MacArthurs side
and found himself entrenched in Panama
then on to Costa Rica, then to fight the Sandanistas
then on to somewhere else I cant recall
Lines of latitude and longitude never made a bit of sense
to a man who made his living making war
its a life lived by the peso and the crooked dollar bill
and the constant call of another distant shore
Chorus
Now the setting western sun hides the secrets of the desert
a marichai band plays their last sad song
and old man pours a glass of rum and thinks about the past
and a future where he no longer belongs
As the tourists wander in he wonders can they see the sins
of the scars that his battered body bears
do they know of all the deeds hes done, or know of all the battles won
now hes too old to fight and no one really cares
Chorus
[C]Le[C/B]ft a[Am] dead man in Chihuahua, now hes hiding out in Baja
[F]in[G] the sun and sand where no one knows the past
[C]of[C/B] a l[Am]ong forgotten hero from a long forgotten time
[D]an[G] outlaw who has seen his better days
[Am]Now[F] in Cabo senoritas, forgotten dreams and cheap tequila
[C]ma[G]ybe he might ease his wounded soul
[C]fr[C/B]om a[Am] thousand revolutions, he must pay his retribution,
[F]an[G]d [C]make his peace with finally getting old
Chorus:
[C7]He [F]sa[G]id[C] I[C/B]ve [Am]been to all four corners, and Ive ridden all four winds
[Am/G]and I[F]v[G]e [C]had somewhere to go up till now
[F]he[G]s[C] t[C/B]he l[Am]ast of a dying breed, whos seen all there is to see
[F]an[G]d [C]hes paying the fiddler now.
When the cold wind hit the Frio, it was time to leave Del Rio
Uncle Sam was calling him to fight
headlines say torpedoes, their like Houston mosquitoes
boys, pack your bags, were leaving here tonight
It was that Pacific Ocean where he first got the notion
that a mercenary lifes the way to be
so he traded in his saddle and his favorite pair of boots
for the wind and sail and life upon the sea
Chorus
In the spring of 45, he left MacArthurs side
and found himself entrenched in Panama
then on to Costa Rica, then to fight the Sandanistas
then on to somewhere else I cant recall
Lines of latitude and longitude never made a bit of sense
to a man who made his living making war
its a life lived by the peso and the crooked dollar bill
and the constant call of another distant shore
Chorus
Now the setting western sun hides the secrets of the desert
a marichai band plays their last sad song
and old man pours a glass of rum and thinks about the past
and a future where he no longer belongs
As the tourists wander in he wonders can they see the sins
of the scars that his battered body bears
do they know of all the deeds hes done, or know of all the battles won
now hes too old to fight and no one really cares
Chorus
