Lyrics Three Free Amigos - Anders Osborne

I was riding out west with Johnny and the Kid,
Bunch of guitars in a rent a wreck.
From San Diego up to Baker City down to L.
Big man Johnny he can play anything, put it in his hands he sure make it sing.
Kid's got a voice so pretty you'll cry.
Me, im just playin my slide...
We're three free amigos, playin our songs all night.
Singin bout love and hurricans and how to make things all right.
Three free amigos, just rollin on down the road, ridin through the brush fire, beat up them tires...
Just going where the four winds blow.
We're three free amigos
Yeah we got our little stories, the good and the bad.
The damage we done and the good times we've had.
Think about home and the ones i love, yeah the ones i love.
The world aint bigger than a mile at a time.
Down in louisiana where the womens fine, we play our music and we drink a little wine, im still playin my slide
We're three free amigos, playin our songs all night.
Singin bout love and hurricans and how to make things all right.
Three free amigos, just rollin on down the road, ridin through the brush fire, beat up them tires...
Just going where the four winds blow.
We're three free amigos...