El Camaron

A name long forgotten
And a body long rotten
And blood long dried on the stone
The loss of one's breath
From dancing with death
In the graveyard he once called home
He was just twenty-nine
For him life was fine
Just rambling, living out, living free
Went down to catch a drink
But nobody would ever think
Of such a bloody mess
On the banks of the spring

He was the last man to hang
The last man to swing
The last one for El Camaron

They said he was wild
With the mind of a child
But still they'd want an eye for an eye
It don't forgive what he did
Killing the kid
But two wrongs
Won't make it right
A madman they say
Was born for the grave
And the same can be said for us all
A few men before
Have gone through that door
And now
He'll be the last one to fall

He was the last man to hang
The last one to sway
The last one for El Camaron

No llores mi hermano
Tu cuidas a nuestra madre
Y susurra una oración por mi
Tras un frajo y nos veremos
Me voy al cielo o al infierno
Una caída me hará libre
Maria mi madre
El hijo, y padre
Saca me alma de aqui
Me pondre de rodillas
Suplicar al Señor
Concédeme un poco de paz

El ultimo en colgar
El ultimo columpiar
El ultimo para El Camaron
He was the last man to hang
The last one to swing
The last one for El Camaron



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Prater
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