North of the of Old Mexico 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 brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my name
I met her in Lorado Everyone there in border town called her the 'Rose' Mexican cowboys to Socorro Everyone loved her but I was the one she chose
An above all the rest Now my heart so madly she will be at my side
She sent a a long time ago had promised to meet me at San Angelo I was aware of the 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 Only a few moments more and be in my arms
At ten o' clock in the I tied my horse and I started to walk down the Where was Socorro, had she 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 dusty
Up on a but still I can see There hides a man with a rifle, it's at me I escape from the man with a rifle But there are just like him that I cannot see
Back of 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 down the
"Up on horse", she is crying "Ride out of town, it's a trap and they're for you" But if I ride out, she ride with me Then in a moment I know our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it finds my She as she falls in my arms
Tears dim my vision but I see The ranger that killed her is there waiting for me I walk to him, my one thought is 'Beat him' He deserves death and I swear that ranger will die
I beat his draw and I him Shot him six just as fast as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or I would shoot him Now there are others just like him want me to die
Their are coming my way How they when they hit me The pain me fall to the ground
Gone is my strength, just the left to fight I hear the sound of the as it robs me of life If I die, let me find Socorro Let me hold on to her hand for the few left
I search and it isn't in vain I the soft velvet hand and it eases the pain is no more but we're together Even in death she's my lover, it's over,