Lyrics:

1972
Writer(s): Michael Martin Murphey, Larry Cansler

Just empty handed compadre
Night with fast hands hung by his head
Just empty handed compadre
Old friends just had to face it
That morning light might chase me
God, it don't even phase me now

Oh, empty handed compadre
We ain't got no silver to show, oh, oh
Just empty handed compadre
Awh, if we could bring it back
Something good for the shack
But we got out of whack, again

Oh, empty handed compadre
Look in your heart, you've got nothin' to show
But empty handed compadre
Settle into that undecided smile
Your gonna feel better in a while
Mean while, walk that extra mile