The Ballad of Warner Glenn Lyrics

Way down south on the border of Mexico

With the rattlesnakes cactus and banditos

Dirt and spurs, feed the hounds and let'im go

As a boy, Marvin taught him where the big toms rove in

Open Country where the jaguars roam

Open Country full of a different kind of gold

A sixteen-hand mule saddled up 'fore the sun glows

Nobody told'im this wretched life is a hard row to hoe

Hiding the rising sun behind the Chiricahua's folds

He's mounted and moving for an all-day mule back stroll in

Open Country where the jaguars roam

Open Country full of a different kind of gold

On a lion track in the dirt seven miles in but where'd he go?

Got a pack of White Walkers that are philosophers like Thoreau

Working 'cross the dirt like a farmer works his rows

Up the canyon, 'round the rock, chasing the ghost of a shadow through

Open Country where the jaguars roam

Open Country full of a different kind of gold

Open Country will be lost if no one knows

That this wild Country is where the jaguar roams

They'll only catch him if he crosses the plateau

Chase'im over the rimrocks and Ol Hook bays him in a hole

It's no lion he seeks but a wildness he can't control

Who I'm talkin' about is Warner Glenn and his mule, Machomo