While down in El Paso with the grandkids, I had the chance to do a little Monday Morning Music with the oldest grand-daughter. While everyone was outside the camper, with music playing and kids laughing and adults chatting, we sat down and recorded a couple Texas/ Southwest songs. They are one time takes, and the first time the grand-daughter had ever heard them and sang them. She has the ability to pick up the song and just sing it. It is always fun to see and hear her love of music. She has kept up her singing and while in Texas is part of the worship team at the church they go to. The church has seen her love of music and got her in touch with another church member who does voice lessons. She is ecstatic to learn. And I am thrilled that she still wants to sing with her old granny’s off key attempts at music.
Here are the two classic songs we recorded while together in the warm sunshine and blowing winds of El Paso. The first one is “Pancho and Lefty” and the second is “Seven Spanish Angels”.
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Pancho and Lefty by Townes Van Zandt
Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath as hard as kerosene
Weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
Ah but that's the way it goes
All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows
All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose
The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true
But save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growing old
All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose
A few gray Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose
Seven Spanish Angels by E. Setser / T. Seals
He looked down into her brown eyes
And said "Say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him
Whispered "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin'
He said "This is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive"
There were seven Spanish Angels
At the Altar of the Sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the Valley of the Gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish Angels
Took another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smokin' in his hand
She said, "Father please forgive me
I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish Angels
At the Altar of the Sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the Valley of the Gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish Angels
Took another angel home
There were seven Spanish Angels
At the Altar of the Sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the Valley of the Gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish Angels
Took another angel home
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