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