But do not ask the price I paid,
I must live with my quiet rage,
Tame the ghosts in my head,
That run wild and wish me dead.
Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord, forget all of my sins
Oh, let me die where I lie
Neath the curse of my lover's eyes.
Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin words, ah but that's the way it goes
All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness I suppose
Kathy Mattea and Dougie MacLean - Ready for the Storm
Oh give me mercy for my dreams 'Cause every confrontation seems to tell me What it really means To be this lonely sailor And when the sky begins to clear The sun it melts away my fear And I shed a silent weary tear For those who mean to love me Oh I am ready for the storm Yes sir ready I am ready for the storm