| I guess she put her blue dress on
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| And walked out late last night
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| Left one silk stocking
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| Dangling from the bedside light
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| I sobered up and called her name
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| Just before the dawn
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| I saw her footprints in the sand
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| And knew that she had gone
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| I pulled out of Albuquerque
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| Prayin' I wasn’t late
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| I got a couple cups of coffee
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| At some joint off the interstate
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| Passin' through Las Cruces
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| I swear I saw her car
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| She always said she’d go someday
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| But never said how far
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| Maybe she’s in Brownsville
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| She’s got some family there
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| She was always talkin' ‘bout
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| The salty Gulf Coast air
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| Where the river ends
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| I saw an old grey heron
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| Flyin' south against the wind
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| Storm clouds over Juarez
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| Rollin' east to the Big Bend
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| I drove down Highway Ninety
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| Through a dusty desert wind
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| I didn’t know where it would lead me
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| Or if I’d find her again
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| I lit my last cigarette
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| As the sky began to clear
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| Black mountains up ahead
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| A red sundown in my mirror
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| Lost all the border
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| ‘Tween the future and the past
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| One fading slowly
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| And the other comin' fast
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| Maybe she’s in Brownsville
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| She’s got some family there
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| She was always talkin' ‘bout
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| The salty gulf coast air
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| Where the river ends
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| I bought a bottle in Del Rio
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| And I parked on the side of the road
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| I stayed up all night
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| Starin' at the lights of Mexico
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| And I walked down to border bridge
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| At the break of day
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| And I threw that empty bottle off
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| And I watched it float away
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| Maybe she’s in Brownsville
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| She’s got some family there
|
| She was always talkin ‘bout
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| The salty gulf coast air
|
| Where the river ends
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| Down the Rio Grande
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| Where the river ends |