This one got into my head a few days ago for some reason, so I transcribed it. Please feel free to suggest any corrections! Lost Mine of the Chisos Bill Staines There is a tale of the Big Ben country And I heard it once, so long ago By firelight, on the Rio Grande When the moon shone bright on Mexico An aged one, an old compadre Told this to me, as I to you The desert sun had burned his body But his eyes told me the tale was true Years ago, up in the Chisos Conquistadores, they mined for gold And far below, they built a prison It was a bold Presidio Early each and every morning The Spaniards led unto the hills Blindfolded slaves, a captive people To work the mine and do their will Do do do do do do… (to tune) The years they fade, like dying echos The way is lost, the trail is gone All that remains is just a legend A story in a passing song But if you stand at San Vicente And watch the sun on Easter morn Where its first light falls on the mountains The way is shown, and the secret torn And listen well upon the West Wind The sound of horses will fill the air Don't venture on, they guard the treasure From anyone who ventures there Do do do do do do… (to tune) There is a tale of the Big Ben country And I heard it once, so long ago By firelight, on the Rio Grande When the moon shone bright on Mexico Do do do do do do… (to tune)
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