So I Go

It was a sharp december morning

Air had a bite of the killing kind

But his arms were as bare

As the manzanita tree

And he just didn’t seem to mind

From the deep hills of his mother’s land

To the streets of santa fe

Every one has got their time of dying,

So they say,

And mine might as well be today

So i go

Recalled the girl he left in tucson

With the turquoise in he ears

How vivid are the details

Of he drew her near

Oh, each time i drew her near

Pulled the coins out of his pocket

& dropped them in the shaking cup

Boots barely breaking stride

To that used-to river bed

Two brown eyes looking up

So i go