North of the of Old Mexico I rode one day to the cowtown of San A hot sun was glowing, a warm was blowing not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss
Cheeks that blush in red roses to shame Lips that fresher than flowers when kissed by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my lovers
I met her in Lorado there in this border town called her the 'Rose' Mexican cowboys drank to Everyone her but I was the one that she chose
An outlaw above all the Now my beats so madly Soon she be at my side
She sent a a long time ago Socorro had to meet me at San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was I was an but great was my love for this girl
I must be with her, I can't stay spent without her are lonely and so are the days If it means death 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 horse and I to walk down the street was Socorro, had she forgotten This was the day and the hour that she to meet
But something is wrong with our And I fear awaits me Here on this hot dusty
Up on a housetop but I can see There hides a man a rifle, it's pointed at me I might escape the man with a rifle But there are others just him that I cannot see
Back of each the click of a gun Die if I stay and my love for her let me run Where is Socorro, will my 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 and they're waiting for you" But if I ride out, she must with me Then in a I know that our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it finds my 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 is 'Beat him' He death and I swear that this ranger will die
I beat his and I shot him Shot him six just as fast as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or more I shoot him Now there are just like him that want me to die
Their bullets are my way How they hurt when hit me The pain makes me fall to the
is my strength, just the will left to fight I hear the sound of the lead as it 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 in vain I touch the soft velvet hand and it the pain Life is no more but together Even in death my lover, it's over, goodbye