Текст песни From The Plains To Mexico

We were lyin' on the prairie, on Slaughter's ranch one night With our heads upon our saddles, and a campfire burnin' bright Soon we fell to talkin' of distant friends so dear When a boy raised up his saddle, and he wiped away a tear Oh, I fell in love with a neighbor girl, her cheeks were soft and white Another feller loved her too, and it ended in a fight Oh, it makes me shake and shudder to think of that awful night When Tom and I began to fight, and I stabbed him with my knife I fell down on my knees and tried to stop the blood That came out from his side all spurtin' Like some bright red crimson flood And now when I am sleepin' I hear him softly say, Oh Bob, I know your sorry, but I've gone to a better place And yes, I guess I believe it, but I just can't let him go His dyin' eyes are with me, from the plains to Mexico