| My heart is in Rosa Rio
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| Under the Argentine sky
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| There with a beautiful lady
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| With dark and sparkeling eyes
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| My heart is in Rosa Rio
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| Your sentimental, aye, aye
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| There with a beautiful lady
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| That I love the day that I die
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| Aye, aye, aye, aye
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| Her parents were rich Estenaciaros
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| And I was just the one of the hands
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| Who hearded ten thousand cattle
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| On their ten thousand acres of land
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| And I was a very poor cowboy
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| We lived in world’s far apart
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| How could I tell her I loved her
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| Or speak of the love in my heart
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| (Aye, aye, aye, aye.)
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| The lady I loved never loved me
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| The lady I loved never knew
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| The day that she married another
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| A poor cowboy’s heart broke in two
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| I know that she’ll never miss me
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| Or notice that I’m even gone
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| Cowboy who saddled her pony
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| Now rides through the dark night alone
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| Aye, aye, aye, aye
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| My heart is in Rosa Rio
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| Under the Argentine sky
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| There with a beautiful lady
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| With her dark and sparkeling eyes
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| My heart is in Rosa Rio
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| Your sentimental aye, aye
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| There with a beautiful lady
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| That I love the day that I die |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye… |