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Marty Robbins - San Angelo lyrics
North of the border of Old Mexico I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a hot breeze was blowing Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss She sent a message a long time ago Secora had promised to meet me in San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was taking I was an outlaw but great was my love for this girl I must be with her I can't stay away Nights spent without her are lonely and so are the days If it means death then I'll have to chance it Only a few minutes more and she'll be at my side At ten o' clock in the morning I tied my horse and I started to walk down the street Where was Secora, had she forgotten This was the day and the hour that she wanted to meet But something is wrong with our plans and I fear death awaits me Here on this hot dusty street. Up on a housetop but still I can see There hides a man with a rifle, it's pointed at me I might escape from the man with a rifle But there are others just like him that I cannot see Back of each window the click of a gun Die if I stay and my love for her won't let me run Where is Secora, will my eyes see her Then in a moment she runs from a door down the street "Up on your horse", she is crying "Ride out of town it's a trap and they're waiting for you" But if I ride out, she must ride with me Then in a moment I know that our chances are gone For a bullet is well on its way and it finds my Secora She cries as she falls in my arms Over and over her soft lips did say "Now we're together, I won't let them take you away" one little sigh, her little lips tremble Then it was over, Secora had drifted away Tears dim my vision but plainly I see The ranger that killed her is standing there waiting for me I rise to meet him, my one thought it beat him He deserves death and I swear that this ranger will die I beat his draw and I shot him Shot him six times just as fast as the bullets could fly My gun is empty or more I would shoot him Now there are others just like him that want me to die Their bullets are coming my way, how they hurt when they hit me The pain makes me fall to the ground. Gone is my strength, just the will left to fight I hear the sound of the lead as it robs me of life If I must die, let me find Secora Let me hold on to her hand for the few moments left Blindly I search and it isn't in vain I touch the soft velvet hand and it eases the pain Life is no more but we're together Even in death she's my lover, it's over, goodbye |
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