Wylie And Wild West - The Sky Above, The Mud Below - Sözleri

Thomas G. Russell (Frontera Music, ASCAP, admin: Bug Music)





Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night


The Sky above and the mud below


They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight


The sky above and the mud below


They threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for whiskey rounds


The Deacon slams a bottle down, the two men start to drinkin'





Their hair was long and black, tied up behind their ears 


Their faces were identical, like one man beside a mirror


Then someone whispered that beats all, their wanted posters on the wall


Twin brothers name of Sandoval, horse thieves from Boquillas





Now the bridle and the belts they wore were braided gray and black


The color of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon Black


The fastest horse for miles around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground


A month ago outside of town we tracked and never found him





Now the Deacon was a preacher who had fallen hard from grace


He owned the bar and a string of quarter horses that he'd race


Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, though he still quoted sacred verse


He was sheriff, judge; he owned the hearse, a man you did not anger





The sky above, the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and snow


Two horse thieves from Mexico drinkin' hard and singin'





One brother he spoke English, Deac inquires as to their work


The man says mister we braid horsehair bridles, ropes and quirts


Yea, that fine bridle we did make, a roan horse killed by leg-bone break


He's horsehair rope now; horse-meat steak, we cleaned him to the bone





Well these gentlemen they were ignorant or didn't know just where they were


The Deacon's face grew darker as he measured every word


You horsehair braidin' sons o’ witches stole my claim to earthly riches


Someone go and dig a ditch, there may well be a hangin'





One brother reached inside his shirt searching for his gun


Too late, for Deac had whipped around his sawed off Remington


The twins, they raised their hands and sneered, Deac was grinnin' ear to ear


He says court's in session, hear ye hear, yours truly is presidin'





Well the trial commenced and ended quick they didn't have a hope


Deac says we'll cut your hair now boys and you can braid yourselves a rope


The Old Testament, it says somewhere eye for eye and hair for hair


Covet not thy neighbors mare, I believe it’s Revelations





Now the fancy horsehair bridle, it hangs on Deacon's wall


Next to that wanted poster of the brothers Sandoval


And he twisted rope so shiny black, the artifact that broke their necks


Their craftsmanship he did respect, they shoulda stuck to braidin'





The sky above the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and snow


The Deacon's hearse is rollin' slow in the first blue light of mornin'












		
			



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