| On the Chisholm trail, it was midnight
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| Carmela was strong on his mind
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| Because of the life he had chosen
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| Carmela had left then behind
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| Too long he’d been a bandito
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| Carmela had left him alone
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| But today someone brought a message
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| She’d be seen in old San Antone
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| Cross the Brazos at Waco
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| Ride hard and I’ll make it by dawn
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| Cross the Brazos at Waco
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| I’m safe when I reach San Antone
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| He glanced back over his shoulder
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| The posee was nowhere in sight
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| He’d sent for Carmela to meet him
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| On the banks of the Brazos tonight
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| She was waiting and he kept the promise
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| He’d made such a long time ago
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| As he dropped the guns that she hated
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| In the mighty Brazos below
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| Cross the Brazos at Waco
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| Ride hard and I’ll make it by dawn
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| Cross the Brazos at Waco
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| I’ll walk straight in old San Antone
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| Then the night came alight with gun fire
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| He knew that at last he’d been found
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| As the ranger’s band shoot brightly
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| El bandito laid on the ground
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| Carmela knew he was dying
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| That all of her dreams were in vain
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| As she kissed his lips for the last time
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| She heard him whisper again
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| Cross the Brazos at Waco
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| Ride hard and I’ll make it by dawn
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| Cross the Brazos at Waco
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| I’m safe when I reach San Antone
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| I’m safe when I reach San Antone |