He looked down into her brown eyes, and said "say a prayer for me".
She threw her arms around him, wispered "god will keep us free".
They could hear the riders comin', he said "this is my last fight, if they
take me back to Texas, they won't take me back alive"
There were seven spanish angels, at the altar of the sun. They were prayin'
for the lovers, in the valley of the gun. When the battle stopped and the
smoke cleared, there was thunder for the throne, and seven spanish angels
took another angel home.
She reached down and picked the gun up, that lay smokin in his hand. She
said "father please forgive me, i can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty, and she knew she couldn't win, but her final
prayer was answered when the rifles fired again.
There were seven spanish angels, at the altar of the sun. They were prayin'
for the lovers, in the valley of the gun. When the battle stopped and the
smoke cleared, there was thunder for the throne, and seven spanish angels
took another angel home.