North of the border of Old I one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm wind was Still not as warm as the lips I waited to kiss
Cheeks that would in red roses to shame Lips were fresher than flowers when kissed by the rain eyes that sparkled much brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my lovers
I met her in Lorado Everyone there in this town called her the 'Rose' Mexican drank to Socorro loved her but I was the one that she chose
An outlaw all the rest Now my heart beats so she will be at my side
She sent a message a time ago Socorro had to meet me at San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was I was an outlaw but was my love for this girl
I must be with her, I can't away spent without her are lonely and so are the days If it means death then I'll 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 down the street was Socorro, had she forgotten This was the day and the hour that she to meet
But is wrong with our plans And I fear awaits me Here on hot dusty street
Up on a but still I can see There hides a man a rifle, it's pointed at me I might escape the man with a rifle But there are others just him that I cannot see
Back of each window the of a gun Die if I and my love for her won't let me run Where is Socorro, my eyes see her Then in a moment she runs a door down the street
"Up on your horse", she is "Ride out of town, it's a and they're waiting for you" But if I ride out, she must ride me Then in a moment I that our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it my Socorro She dies as she in my arms
Tears dim my vision but I see The ranger that killed her is standing waiting for me I walk to meet him, my one is 'Beat him' He deserves and I swear that this ranger will die
I his draw and I shot him Shot him six just as fast as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or more I would him Now there are others just him that want me to die
bullets are coming my way How hurt when they hit me The pain makes me to the ground
Gone is my strength, just the will left to I hear the sound of the lead as it me of life If I die, let me find Socorro Let me on to her hand for the few moments left
I search and it isn't in vain I the soft velvet hand and it eases the pain Life is no but we're together Even in death my lover, it's over, goodbye