North of the of Old Mexico I rode one day to the 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 that fresher than flowers when kissed by the rain Dark eyes sparkled much brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my lovers
I met her in Lorado Everyone there in this border called her the 'Rose' cowboys drank to Socorro Everyone her but I was the one that she chose
An above all the rest Now my heart beats so she will be at my side
She sent a a long time ago Socorro had promised to meet me at San I was of the chance I was taking I was an but great was my love for this girl
I must be with her, I stay away spent without her are lonely 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 and I started to walk down the street Where was Socorro, had she This was the day and the that she wanted to meet
But something is with our plans And I death awaits me Here on this hot dusty
Up on a housetop but I can see hides a man with a rifle, it's pointed at me I might escape from the man a rifle But there are others like him that I cannot see
of each window the click 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 the street
"Up on your horse", she is "Ride out of town, it's a trap and they're for you" But if I out, she must ride with me Then in a moment I that our chances are gone
For a bullet is on its way And it finds my She as she falls in my arms
dim my vision but plainly I see The ranger that killed her is standing waiting for me I to meet him, my one thought is 'Beat him' He death and I swear that this ranger will die
I beat his draw and I him Shot him six times as fast as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or more I would him Now there are others just like him want me to die
Their bullets are my way How they hurt they hit me The pain makes me fall to the
Gone is my strength, just the will left to I hear the of the lead as it robs me of life If I die, let me find Socorro Let me on to her hand for the few moments left
Blindly I search and it isn't in I touch the soft velvet hand and it the pain Life is no but we're together Even in death my lover, it's over, goodbye