North of the border of Old I one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a wind was blowing Still not as warm as the that I waited to kiss
Cheeks that blush in red roses to shame Lips that were fresher than flowers when by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much than diamonds She was a beauty, was my lovers name
I met her in Lorado Everyone there in this town called her the 'Rose' Mexican cowboys to Socorro Everyone her but I was the one that she chose
An outlaw all the rest Now my beats so madly Soon she will be at my
She sent a message a time ago Socorro had promised to me at San Angelo I was of the chance I was taking I was an outlaw but great was my for this girl
I must be her, I can't stay away spent without her are lonely and so are the days If it means then I'll have to chance it Only a few moments and she'll be in my arms
At ten o' in the morning I tied my horse and I started to walk the street was Socorro, had she forgotten This was the day and the hour she wanted to meet
But something is wrong our plans And I fear death me Here on this hot street
Up on a housetop but I can see There a man with a rifle, it's pointed at me I escape from the man with a rifle But there are just like him that I cannot see
Back of each the click of a gun Die if I and my love for her won't let me run is Socorro, will my eyes see her Then in a moment she runs a door down the street
"Up on horse", she is crying "Ride out of town, a trap and they're waiting for you" But if I ride out, she must with me in a moment I know that our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it my Socorro She dies as she falls in my
dim my vision but plainly I see The ranger that killed her is standing there for me I walk to meet him, my one is 'Beat him' He deserves death and I swear that this will die
I beat his and I shot him Shot him six times just as as the bullets would fly My gun is or more I would shoot him Now are others just like him that want me to die
Their bullets are my way How they when they hit me The pain makes me fall to the
Gone is my strength, just the will left to I hear the sound of the lead as it robs me of If I die, let me find Socorro Let me hold on to her hand for the few left
Blindly I and it isn't in vain I touch the soft velvet hand and it the pain is no more but we're together Even in death she's my lover, it's over,