| Out in the West, Texas, town of El Paso | 
| I fell in love with a Mexican girl | 
| Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s Cantina | 
| Music would play and Felina would whirl | 
| Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina | 
| Wicked and evil, while casting a spell | 
| My love was deep for this Mexican maiden | 
| I was in love but in vain, I could tell | 
| One night a wild young cowboy came in | 
| Wild as the West Texas wind | 
| Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing | 
| With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved | 
| So in anger I challenged his right | 
| For the love of this maiden | 
| Down went his hand for the gun that he wore | 
| My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat | 
| The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor | 
| Just for a moment I stood there in silence | 
| Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done | 
| Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there | 
| I had but one chance and that was to run | 
| Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran | 
| Out where the horses were tied | 
| I caught a good one, it looked like it could run | 
| Up on its back and away I did ride | 
| Just as fast as I could from | 
| The West Texas town of El Paso | 
| Out to the badlands of New Mexico | 
| Back in El Paso my life would be worthless | 
| Everything’s gone in life; | 
| nothing is left | 
| It’s been so long since I’ve seen this young maiden | 
| My love is stronger than my fear of death | 
| I saddled up and away I did go | 
| Riding alone in the dark | 
| Maybe tomorrow, a bullet may find me | 
| Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart | 
| And at last here I | 
| Am on the hill overlooking El Paso | 
| I can see Rosa’s Cantina below | 
| My love is strong and it pushes me onward | 
| Down off the hill to Felina I go | 
| Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys | 
| Off to my left ride a dozen or more | 
| Shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me | 
| I have to make it to Rosa’s back door | 
| Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel | 
| A deep burning pain in my side | 
| Though I’m trying to stay in the saddle | 
| I’m getting weary, unable to ride | 
| But my love for Felina is strong | 
| And I rise where I’ve fallen | 
| Though I am weary I can’t stop to rest | 
| I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle | 
| I feel the bullet go deep in my chest | 
| From out of nowhere Felina has found me | 
| Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side | 
| Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for | 
| One little kiss and Felina, goodbye |