Two men rode in from the south, on a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
The sky above and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, We trade this for whiskey rounds.
The Deacon slams a bottle down, The two men start to drinkin'
Their hair was long and black, tied up behind their ears
The sky above and the mud below
Their faces were identical, like one man beside a mirror
The sky above and the mud below
Then someone whispered "That beats all, their wanted poster?s on the wall
Twin brothers name of Sandoval, horse thieves from Boquillas"
Now the bridle and the belts they wore were braided gray and black
The sky above, the mud below,
The wind and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico drinkin' hard and singin'
One brother he spoke English, Deac inquires as to their work
The sky above and the mud below
The man says "Mister we braid horsehair bridles, ropes and quirts.
The sky above and the mud below.
Yea, that fine bridle we did make, roan horse killed by leg-bone break.
He's horsehair rope now; horse-meat steak, We cleaned him to the bone
Well these gentlemen they were ignorant or didn't know just where they were.
The sky above the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and snow
The Deacon's hearse is rollin' slow in the first blue light
light of morning.