North of the of Old Mexico I rode one day to the cowtown of San A hot sun was glowing, a warm was blowing Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to
Cheeks would blush in red roses to shame Lips were fresher than flowers when kissed by the rain Dark eyes sparkled much brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my name
I met her down in Everyone in this border town called her the 'Rose' Mexican drank to Socorro loved her but I was the one that she chose
An outlaw all the rest Now my heart so madly she will be at my side
She sent a a long time ago Socorro had promised to me at San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was I was an outlaw but great was my for this girl
I be with her, I can't stay away Nights spent without her are lonely and so are the If it means then I'll have to chance it Only a few moments more and she'll be in my
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 wanted to
But something is wrong our plans And I fear death me on this hot dusty street
Up on a housetop but I can see There hides a man a rifle, it's pointed at me I escape from the man with a rifle But there are others like him that I cannot see
Back of each window the of a gun Die if I stay and my for her won't let me run is Socorro, will my eyes see her Then in a moment she runs a door down the street
"Up on your horse", she is "Ride out of town, it's a trap and they're for you" But if I out, she must ride with me Then in a I know that our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it my Socorro She as she falls in my arms
Tears dim my but plainly I see The ranger that killed her is standing waiting for me I walk to meet him, my one is 'Beat him' He deserves death and I swear that this will die
I beat his and I shot him Shot him six times just as as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or more I would him Now are others just like him that want me to die
Their are coming my way How hurt when they hit me The makes me fall to the ground
Gone is my strength, the will left to fight I hear the of the lead as it robs me of life If I must die, let me Socorro Let me hold on to her hand for the few moments
I search and it isn't in vain I touch the soft velvet and it eases the pain Life is no more but together Even in death she's my lover, it's over,