Words and music ©1998 by Patrick Wickenden Hunter
There was a man his name was Hondo and he rode on a good steed
all alone out through the desert with the U.S. Cavalry and he rode across the
wastelands with his dog and his two guns he slept alone upon his saddle felt no fear
of anyone and maybe I could never understand what he did or what it meant
never before never again I want to be like Hondo but I know I will never be again
be like Hondo and I know I could be more than I am I want to be like Hondo but I
know I'll never understand you at all at all there was a man his name was Hondo he
hid the sun from his eyes gonna give you a little ska to remember him by I'm not sure
what you were doing but sometimes it makes me sad because I envy this strength t
hat I know I'll never have maybe I could not tell I keep these things to myself all my
hate and everything else I want to be like Hondo but I know I will never be again
be like Hondo but I know I could never understand I want to be like Hondo and I
know I could be more than I am for you sometimes maybe I could not hide what I
could not change or deny I'll think about you every night for the rest of my life
so I brought you over it was late and I wasn't sure but I thought tonight I could
reach you just once and I know you're so distant sometimes I'm not sure I watch
you turn away and I wait for you I want to be like Hondo but I know I will never be
again be like Hondo and I know I could be more than I am I want to be like Hondo
but I know I'll never understand you but just once just once I'm singing
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