| Song | Las Cruces jail |
| Artist | Two Gallants |
| Album | Rockdelux 256 - Sidecar Cd |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well, I spent last night | |
| In Las Cruces jail | |
| Rain and hail, born to fail | |
| Nobody come for to go my bail | |
| Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
| Guess I killed one man on the county line | |
| Took his dime and I blew his mind | |
| Now I'm just sittin' here, doin' time | |
| Sun, don't you rise no more | |
| A restless wind is whistling | |
| Through the canyons, through my head | |
| Through all the straits that I've survived | |
| And in my hour of darkness | |
| I keep counsel with the dead | |
| Just enough to remind me I'm alive | |
| I wrote to the governor for to hear my plea | |
| But he don't even answer me | |
| The judge said | |
| He's bound to set my spirit free | |
| Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
| Gavel fell, he chose the day | |
| Friday, the thirteenth of May | |
| But I don't plan to go that way | |
| Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
| That's twenty one fell by my gun | |
| With bullets in their brains | |
| Just need one more to match my age | |
| Then I'll count my killin' done | |
| But I won't deny my name | |
| Quickest wrist | |
| Of the chaparral and sage | |
| Now desperate times | |
| Call for desperate men | |
| I'm just a kid but I'll pretend | |
| My time will come but until then | |
| Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
| But I see that gallows altar | |
| That circle 'round the sun | |
| They'll hang me if I stay here | |
| Shoot me if I run | |
| That jailer better watch his pride | |
| Or off my wrists these shackles slide | |
| Hear my restless forty five | |
| Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
| And down the valley, down the road | |
| To infamy I'll ride | |
| I'll take my pardon on the run | |
| With a trail of death behind me | |
| And Deluvina at my side | |
| Two silhouettes against the sun | |
| Goodnight, my Andalucía | |
| Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya | |
| And while you're heading slowly | |
| To some place I can't respect | |
| I'll keep you in my collection of regrets |
| Well, I spent last night | |
| In Las Cruces jail | |
| Rain and hail, born to fail | |
| Nobody come for to go my bail | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| Guess I killed one man on the county line | |
| Took his dime and I blew his mind | |
| Now I' m just sittin' here, doin' time | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more | |
| A restless wind is whistling | |
| Through the canyons, through my head | |
| Through all the straits that I' ve survived | |
| And in my hour of darkness | |
| I keep counsel with the dead | |
| Just enough to remind me I' m alive | |
| I wrote to the governor for to hear my plea | |
| But he don' t even answer me | |
| The judge said | |
| He' s bound to set my spirit free | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| Gavel fell, he chose the day | |
| Friday, the thirteenth of May | |
| But I don' t plan to go that way | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| That' s twenty one fell by my gun | |
| With bullets in their brains | |
| Just need one more to match my age | |
| Then I' ll count my killin' done | |
| But I won' t deny my name | |
| Quickest wrist | |
| Of the chaparral and sage | |
| Now desperate times | |
| Call for desperate men | |
| I' m just a kid but I' ll pretend | |
| My time will come but until then | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| But I see that gallows altar | |
| That circle ' round the sun | |
| They' ll hang me if I stay here | |
| Shoot me if I run | |
| That jailer better watch his pride | |
| Or off my wrists these shackles slide | |
| Hear my restless forty five | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| And down the valley, down the road | |
| To infamy I' ll ride | |
| I' ll take my pardon on the run | |
| With a trail of death behind me | |
| And Deluvina at my side | |
| Two silhouettes against the sun | |
| Goodnight, my Andaluc shy a | |
| Don' t buy all the lies that they feed ya | |
| And while you' re heading slowly | |
| To some place I can' t respect | |
| I' ll keep you in my collection of regrets |
| Well, I spent last night | |
| In Las Cruces jail | |
| Rain and hail, born to fail | |
| Nobody come for to go my bail | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| Guess I killed one man on the county line | |
| Took his dime and I blew his mind | |
| Now I' m just sittin' here, doin' time | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more | |
| A restless wind is whistling | |
| Through the canyons, through my head | |
| Through all the straits that I' ve survived | |
| And in my hour of darkness | |
| I keep counsel with the dead | |
| Just enough to remind me I' m alive | |
| I wrote to the governor for to hear my plea | |
| But he don' t even answer me | |
| The judge said | |
| He' s bound to set my spirit free | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| Gavel fell, he chose the day | |
| Friday, the thirteenth of May | |
| But I don' t plan to go that way | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| That' s twenty one fell by my gun | |
| With bullets in their brains | |
| Just need one more to match my age | |
| Then I' ll count my killin' done | |
| But I won' t deny my name | |
| Quickest wrist | |
| Of the chaparral and sage | |
| Now desperate times | |
| Call for desperate men | |
| I' m just a kid but I' ll pretend | |
| My time will come but until then | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| But I see that gallows altar | |
| That circle ' round the sun | |
| They' ll hang me if I stay here | |
| Shoot me if I run | |
| That jailer better watch his pride | |
| Or off my wrists these shackles slide | |
| Hear my restless forty five | |
| Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
| And down the valley, down the road | |
| To infamy I' ll ride | |
| I' ll take my pardon on the run | |
| With a trail of death behind me | |
| And Deluvina at my side | |
| Two silhouettes against the sun | |
| Goodnight, my Andaluc shy a | |
| Don' t buy all the lies that they feed ya | |
| And while you' re heading slowly | |
| To some place I can' t respect | |
| I' ll keep you in my collection of regrets |