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