Lyrics

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, I'm just playing my slide We′re three free amigos, playing our songs all night Singing bout love and hurricanes and how to make things all right Three free amigos, just rolling on down the road Riding 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 ain't bigger than a mile at a time Down in l\Louisiana where the women's fine We play our music and we drink a little wine I'm still playing my slide We′re three free amigos, playing our songs all night Singing bout love and hurricanes and how to make things all right Three free amigos, just rolling on down the road Riding through the brush fire, beat up them tires Just going where the four winds blow We′re three free amigos