James Bernard Guiltinan - Beads of Violet Lyrics

On his horse where he flows to prairie
The goods he holds are the fruits of snaring
Easy does it just like in nature
It's a mighty long long long way to a stretcher
He happened on us cowboys up where
The cattle don't get so annoyed
We pour the coffee into his cup
He sips it slowly sure enough
It's fine how we get along and we understand each other
It wouldn't surprise us if we were brothers
We offer him a quirley cigarette
He offers us a pipe given to him
We smoke from the pipe with the beads of violet
Somehow he does it year round
We got our comforts back in town
He pays extra for a longer soak
As he looks like a ride down Denver Road
To the children he appears ghostly
The clothes he wears are half Indian mostly
At the bar he cups his drink
An upstairs girl she shares a wink
Our Father protect our brother
We will never praise no no not another
Thank you for the birds up in the air
And the glorious trees that you planted here
Thank you for our bread unleavened
Forgive our trespasses if you will
Deliver us Lord from every evil
With the Crow he says hello
Sunday mornings he doesn't go
He likely knows about the manger
After all is said he's nobody's stranger
You can't have too many friends
It's the Lord's business it regards amends
His hat is tipped in the same gesture
Lord please guide him to your pasture
It's fine how we get along and we understand each other
It wouldn't surprise us if we were all brothers
We offer him a quirley cigarette
He offers us a pipe given to him
We smoke the pipe with the beads of violet
Oh smoke from the pipe with the beads of violet

On his horse where he flows to prairie
The goods he holds are the fruits of snaring
Easy does it just like in nature
It's a mighty long long long way to a stretcher
He happened on us cowboys up where
The cattle don't get so annoyed
We pour the coffee into his cup
He sips it slowly sure enough
It's fine how we get along and we understand each other
It wouldn't surprise us if we were brothers
We offer him a quirley cigarette
He offers us a pipe given to him
We smoke from the pipe with the beads of violet
Somehow he does it year round
We got our comforts back in town
He pays extra for a longer soak
As he looks like a ride down Denver Road
To the children he appears ghostly
The clothes he wears are half Indian mostly
At the bar he cups his drink
An upstairs girl she shares a wink
Our Father protect our brother
We will never praise no no not another
Thank you for the birds up in the air
And the glorious trees that you planted here
Thank you for our bread unleavened
Forgive our trespasses if you will
Deliver us Lord from every evil
With the Crow he says hello
Sunday mornings he doesn't go
He likely knows about the manger
After all is said he's nobody's stranger
You can't have too many friends
It's the Lord's business it regards amends
His hat is tipped in the same gesture
Lord please guide him to your pasture
It's fine how we get along and we understand each other
It wouldn't surprise us if we were all brothers
We offer him a quirley cigarette
He offers us a pipe given to him
We smoke the pipe with the beads of violet
Oh smoke from the pipe with the beads of violet