North of the of Old Mexico I one day to the cowtown 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 were fresher than flowers when by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much 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 loved her but I was the one she chose
An outlaw all the rest Now my heart beats so she will be at my side
She a message a long time ago Socorro had to meet me at San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was I was an outlaw but great was my love for girl
I must be her, I can't stay away Nights spent her are lonely and so are the days If it means death I'll have to chance it Only a few moments and she'll be in my arms
At ten o' in the morning I tied my horse and I started to walk the street was Socorro, had she forgotten This was the day and the that she wanted to meet
But something is with our plans And I fear awaits me Here on this hot street
Up on a but still I can see There hides a man a rifle, it's pointed at me I might escape from the man with a But there are others just like him that I see
Back of each the click of a gun Die if I stay and my for her won't let me run Where is Socorro, will my see her Then in a she runs from a door down the street
"Up on your horse", she is "Ride out of town, it's a and they're waiting for you" But if I out, she must ride with me Then in a moment I know that our are gone
For a is well on its way And it my Socorro She dies as she falls in my
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 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 I would shoot him Now there are others like him that want me to die
Their are coming my way How they hurt they hit me The pain me fall to the ground
Gone is my strength, just the will left to I hear the sound of the lead as it me of life If I die, let me find Socorro Let me hold on to her for the few moments left
Blindly I search and it isn't in I touch the velvet hand and it eases the pain is no more but we're together Even in death my lover, it's over, goodbye