Spaghetti Western

Through the prairie I ride
I hear their horses
four hundred strong
My horse grows weary
All night I ride
They try to catch me
But I cannot stop
The rope it awaits me
My friends they are dead
They died in the town
The sheriff he shot them
My tears make no sound
If only I'd listened
Listened to Papa
Oh Paco I'll miss you
And Fredrico I'll miss you too
La la la la la la allah
La la la la la la allah
La la la la la la allah