Mark Knopfler

Camarado
See that cloud across the sun
Ain't too many places left to run
There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow
Camarado
Camarado
They are fencing off the range
I hate to hear the whistle of the train
Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco
Camarado
Got a piece of forty-four on fire in my chest
Out here on the mesa I will rest