If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect

The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....

Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...

As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty

Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside

There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see

Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..

I am a bad man....

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…

En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze