North of the of Old Mexico I one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm was blowing Still not as warm as the lips that I to kiss
Cheeks that would blush in red to shame Lips that were fresher than flowers kissed by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my lovers
I met her down in Everyone there in border town called her the 'Rose' Mexican cowboys to Socorro Everyone her but I was the one that she chose
An above all the rest Now my heart so madly Soon she will be at my
She sent a a long time ago Socorro had promised to meet me at San I was aware of the chance I was I was an outlaw but great was my love for this
I be with her, I can't stay away Nights spent without her are and so are the days If it means then I'll have to chance it a few moments more 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 wanted to
But something is wrong with our And I fear awaits me Here on this hot dusty
Up on a housetop but I can see There hides a man with a rifle, pointed at me I might escape the man with a rifle But are others just like him that I cannot see
Back of each window the of a gun Die if I stay and my love for her let me run is Socorro, will my eyes see her Then in a moment she runs from a door down the
"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 know our chances are gone
For a bullet is on its way And it my Socorro She as she falls in my arms
dim my vision but plainly I see The that killed her is standing there waiting 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 draw and I him him six times 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
Their are coming my way How they when they hit me The pain makes me to the ground
Gone is my strength, just the left to fight I hear the of the lead as it robs me of life 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 eases the Life is no more but we're Even in she's my lover, it's over, goodbye