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David says, "I learned this song from Paul Siebel when I was his accompanist. He doesn't sing it anymore, but here it is." The song came from an Alan Lomax book which came from a poem by Willa Cather. Paul rewrote the words and melody but never recorded it. Here is the original poem.

By Willa Sibert Cather

THE OLD West, the old time,

The old wind singing through

The red, red grass a thousand miles—

And, Spanish Johnny, you!

He'd sit beside the water ditch

When all his herd was in,

And never mind a child, but sing

To his mandolin.

The big stars, the blue night,

The moon-enchanted lane;

The olive man who never spoke,

But sang the songs of Spain.

His speech with men was wicked talk—

To hear it was a sin;

But those were golden things he said

To his mandolin.

The gold songs, the gold stars,

The word so golden then;

And the hand so tender to a child—

Had killed so many men.

He died a hard death long ago

Before the Road came in—

The night before he swung, he sang

To his mandolin.