North of the border of Old I one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm was blowing not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss
Cheeks that would in red roses to shame Lips that were fresher than when kissed by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my name
I met her down in there in this border town called her the 'Rose' Mexican cowboys drank to Everyone loved her but I was the one she chose
An outlaw above all the Now my heart beats so Soon she be at my side
She a message a long time ago Socorro had promised to meet me at San I was aware of the I was taking I was an outlaw but 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 death then I'll have to chance it Only a few moments more and she'll be in my
At ten o' in the morning I my horse and I started to walk down 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 death awaits me Here on hot dusty street
Up on a but still I can see There hides a man with a rifle, it's at me I might escape from the man 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, will my see her Then in a moment she runs from a door down the
"Up on your horse", she is "Ride out of town, a trap and they're waiting for you" But if I out, she must ride with me in a moment I know that our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it finds my 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 thought is 'Beat He deserves death and I swear that this ranger die
I beat his and I shot him Shot him six times just as as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or more I would him Now there are others just like him that me to die
bullets are coming my way How they hurt when hit me The pain makes me fall to the
Gone is my strength, the will left to fight I hear the sound of the as it robs 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 touch the soft hand and it eases the pain Life is no more but we're in death she's my lover, it's over, goodbye