Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

Thomas G. (Frontera Music, ASCAP, admin: Bug Music)

Two men rode in from the south, a rainy night
The Sky above and the mud
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were by sight
The sky and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for rounds
The Deacon slams a down, the two men start to drinkin'

hair was long and black, tied up behind their ears
Their faces were identical, like one man beside a
Then someone whispered that beats all, their wanted on the wall
Twin brothers name of Sandoval, horse from Boquillas

Now the bridle and the they wore were braided gray and black
The color of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon
The horse for miles around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we tracked and found him

Now the Deacon was a preacher who had fallen from grace
He the bar and a string of quarter horses that he'd race
Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, he still quoted sacred verse
He was sheriff, judge; he the hearse, a man you did not anger

The sky above, the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and
Two horse thieves from Mexico drinkin' hard and

One brother he English, Deac inquires as to their work
The man says mister we braid horsehair bridles, and quirts
Yea, that fine bridle we did make, a roan horse killed by break
He's horsehair rope now; horse-meat steak, we cleaned him to the

Well these gentlemen they ignorant or didn't know just where they were
The Deacon's face grew darker as he measured every
You horsehair braidin' sons o witches stole my claim to riches
go and dig a ditch, there may well be a hangin'

One brother reached his shirt searching for his gun
Too late, for Deac had whipped around his off Remington
The twins, they their hands and sneered, Deac was grinnin' ear to ear
He court's in session, hear ye hear, yours truly is presidin'

the trial commenced and ended quick they didn't have a hope
Deac says we'll cut your hair now boys and you can yourselves a rope
The Old Testament, it says somewhere eye for eye and for hair
Covet not thy mare, I believe its Revelations

Now the horsehair bridle, it hangs on Deacon's wall
Next to that wanted poster of the Sandoval
And he twisted rope so shiny black, the artifact that broke necks
Their craftsmanship he did respect, they shoulda to braidin'

The sky above the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and
The Deacon's hearse is rollin' slow in the first blue of mornin'