| She met him one night in Laredo just a wild comanchero they say
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| They told her that he’d been an outlaw and she’d have to send him away
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| They warned her of toil and of hardships and a life filled with heartaches and
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| tears
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| Then one day he sent her a message the one she’d been waiting to hear
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| Meet me tonight in Laredo wait till the moon’s hanging low
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| Meet me tonight in Laredo we’ll soon be in old Mexico
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| The night as they slipped through the darkness
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| To the trail where their horses were tied
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| He whispered a prayer for tomorrow that she would be safe by his side
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| She smiled as they climbed in the saddle and as swift as a wild prairie wind
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| They rode to the Madre Sierra repeating these words once again
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| Meet me tonight in Laredo wait till the moon’s hanging low
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| Meet me tonight in Laredo we’ll soon be in old Mexico.
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| Now in their own hacienda in the glow of a soft candle light
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| The hands that once held a sixgun are holding their baby tonight
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| She echoes his God will go with us and at night when the moon’s hanging low
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| She smiles as she fondly remembers the words he had said long ago
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| Meet me tonight in Laredo wait till the moon’s hanging low
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| Meet me tonight in Laredo we’ll soon be in old Mexico |