Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

Thomas G. Russell (Frontera Music, ASCAP, 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 bottle down, the two men start to

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

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

Now the was a preacher who had fallen hard from grace
He owned the bar and a 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 and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico hard and singin'

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

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

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

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

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

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