| In old Mexico I stand on the square in Matamoros
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| Round a Plazza the couples were walking to music so sweet
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| I’ve found my love not too long ago in Matamoros
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| But I’m feeling low as the beggar who sits in the street
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| All the promises that she made me with eyes black as midnight
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| How could I know how fickle her promise would be
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| Now I’m back to find for I feel is mine in Matamoros
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| And there’ll be bad trouble if I catch her cheating on me
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| Streets’re narrow and dark and tequilla runs free in Matamoros
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| I stopped for one moment outside at Maguel’s swinging doors
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| My heart breaks to hear the same haunting sounds of Granada
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| She once called it our song and vowed should be mine evermore
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| Then across the square went this wild young bracero I see her
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| Laughing and dancing and tossing her raven black hair
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| They’d may take a hand when I face this man from Matamoros
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| For the love of my woman is one thing that I’ll never share
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| Now I walk in the night far away from the lights of Matamoros
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| And recall the last moments when I knew she loved me more than life
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| I can still hear her cry I love you and I’ll prove it Manana
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| Then seeing my danger she jumped in front of his knife
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| I know the stories they’ll tell in dimly casinos
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| Of the raven haired beauty who for her love laid dead on the floor
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| They’ll speak of the fight with the gringo that night in Matamoros
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| And wonder what happened for he never returned anymore oh oh hoo |