Compadres In The Old Sierra Madres - Riders In The Sky

There is a spot I know

Way down in Mexico

High in the old Sierra Madres

There many outlaw bands

From across the Rio Grande

Have found a haven, a holdout, a hideaway

But danger rides with those who stray

Upon this secret hideaway

Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law

But if a man must run

From any lawman’s gun

He’ll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres

Deep in the dark of night

Beside a campfire’s light

They spin the tales of the life of the bandit

Of jwels rare and old

Of coaches filld with gold

A daring raid that paid off as they planned it

But danger rides with those who stray

Upon this secret hideaway

Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law

But if a man must run

From any lawman’s gun

He’ll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres

But danger rides with those who stray

Upon this secret hideaway

Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law

But if a man must run

From any lawman’s gun

He’ll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres