I am a bad man....

There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..

Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…

Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers

I can hear hear frank sinatras fly… I can see the old timers smile I can see the boys huddle Planning schemeing and dreaming I can hear the pirates acordion on…

Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....

Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...

Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good

Listen with calm and joy Listen with happiness ...his story is a tragedy There is joy there is pain There is beauty there is darkness