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, were Mexican by sight
The sky above and the mud
They a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for whiskey 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 beats all, their wanted posters on the wall
Twin brothers name of Sandoval, thieves from Boquillas

Now the bridle and the belts they wore were braided gray and
The color of a roan horse belonged to Deacon Black
The fastest horse for around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we tracked and never him

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

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

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

Well these gentlemen they were ignorant or know just where they were
The Deacon's face darker as he measured every word
You horsehair braidin' sons o stole my claim to earthly riches
Someone go and dig a ditch, may well be a hangin'

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

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

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

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