Beside The Rio Grande Lyrics

Strawbs Beside The Rio Grande

It happened rather suddenly that the Preacher came to
town
With stories from the Testaments of men of great
reknown
With his box of patent medicines he swore to cure all
ills
From the lameness in the horses, to the children's
colds and chills
And he had along his Indian wife and a country music
band
Who sang of peace and brotherhood beside the Rio
Grande.

Now the Preacher quickly gathered sick and poor from
miles around
Who came to him for comfort and to hear his country
sound
But the mayor thought he was trouble when he spoke
against the law
And he saw the growing power of the crowds that he
could draw
And he worried when the Preacher bought himself a plot
of land
To settle with his family beside the Rio Grande.

The saloon was pretty crowded and the stakes was a-
running high
And the girls sang sentimental songs that made us
cowboys cry
We began to criticise the Preacher marrying a squaw
And how could he associate with cripples, drunks and
whores
And in a crazy fit the Preacher scattered chips and
winning hands
And condemned it as a den of vice beside the Rio
Grande.

Now the boys were drunk and rowdy, and mostly pretty
mean
And we dragged him to the sidewalk and whipped his
shoulders clean
We said he was responsible for bringing on the drought
That had burned off all the spring grass and had wiped
the young herd out
The sheriff would not get involved, the law could take
no hand
The Preacher had not harmed a soul.

We pegged him on the hillside alongside two Apache
braves
Who'd been given picks and shovels and been made to dig
their graves
And when he asked for water stood and pissed around his
feet
While his tongue swelled up and blackened in the
burning desert heat
And someone said we ought to mark the Preacher with a
brand
To show that he did not belong beside the Rio Grande.

Then the sky began to darken and a breeze whipped up
the dust
And some of us were frightened while others swore and
cursed
And the Preacher said a few words with his final dying
breath
About forgiving us for what we had done to bring about
his death
And as the night began to fall we covered him with sand
And left his weary bones to bleach