Huyendo

Running away from Scotland
In first year of the seventies
Fed up with orders and luke warm teams
Run away from Italy back in seventy-three
Fed up with coppers and the holy sea
Died in England in seventy-eight
Fed up with rain and the luke warm hate
Resurrected in Argentina in eighty·one
Killed all the parrots and stole the sun
I drifted to Nebibia in nineteen eighty-four
Kept three faithful wives and a gun by the door
Had a son by the second and a girl by the first
Three got killed by south africans and two die of thirst
I found a girl i could love in the north of Kashmere
She left me an old book and a big gleaming tear
Bought a gun in Japan and a boat in Dayang
Sailed the south china seas, split my head with a bang
I met a guy I could hate on the north side of' heaven
He said he had eight but I new he had seven
Where’s the first train baby I need a fast plane
Give me my running shoes