Beggin’ your pardon there stranger. You look like you’re new to this town. We’re a long way away from the beach here. You won’t see many gringos around. Well I come from West Colorado. And I’ve wandered this world far and wide. I’ve lived for some years in the shadows. And my eyes are unused to this light. If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey. I will tell you the tale of my life. It’s long and it’s sad but it fits me. And it may bring a tear to your eye. All the men of my family were solidiers. The hard fightin’ straight talkin’ kind. When my turn came all that was over. But I’d already made up my mind. I was there when we blew though Grenada. And I still have to ask myself why. Then we took down that fool Noriega. That’s where I caught the good colonel’s eye. Well he asked me if I loved my country. And before I had time to reply. He regaled me with tales of past glories. I believed every one of his lies. So I left my old life behind me. Turned my back on my family and friends. And I did everything that they asked me. And I lost some sleep now and again. And I lived like a thief and assassin. I smuggled their poisons sometimes. Until I asked the wrong question in passin’. And the colonel himself dropped the dime. So if you’re ever in west Colorado. Tell the folks in Durango goodbye. There’s a price on my head and I can’t go. So I’ll just wait around here ‘til I die