| A full moon cast a shadow cross the mountain
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| Of an old Texas ghost town 1865
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| Where he swore this one last run then he’s done forever
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| And she’d be his bride
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| On a painted horse at midnight he left her cryin'
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| To rendezvous with a union wagon train
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| That was loaded with a cache of payroll gold mint he aimed to claim
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| As he rode on through the starlit dust before him her love remained
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| There’s two hearts in Terlingua carved onto a stone
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| The legend round here lingers of the Dos Corazones
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| He was just an old bandito who stole a young girls hand
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| Two hearts in Terlingua
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| Who’s love will never end
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| Now the story goes the train was fast and guarded
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| But his horse was strong and his aim was tried and true
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| So he fled with gold filled bags and a band of law men in pursuit
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| He was hidden in a cave out in the big bend
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| Where a half Comanche Ranger tracked him down
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| The sting of missing her went even deeper than that silver round
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| And he took off like an eagle flying high as his blood ran out
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| There’s two hearts in Terlingua carved onto a stone
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| The legend round here lingers of the Dos Corazones
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| He was just an old bandito who stole a young girls hand
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| Two hearts in Terlingua
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| Who’s love will never end
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| Viejas say the wind it drove her crazy
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| Cause all she heard was his voice when it moaned
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| Her silhouette was last seen on the mesa and she was gone
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| Her mother cried and cursed her outlaw lover
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| Who left her there to bear her pain that way
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| So she carved out a marker for her daughter without a grave
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| One heart for the young girl and then one for the unborn babe
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| There’s two hearts in Terlingua carved onto a stone
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| The legend round here lingers of the Dos Corazones
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| He was just an old bandito who stole a young girls hand
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| Two hearts in Terlingua
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| Who’s love will never end
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| Two hearts in Terlingua
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| Never end
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| Two hearts in Terlingua
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| Never end |