| North of the border of Old Mexico
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| I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo
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| A hot sun was glowing, a hot breeze was blowing
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| Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss
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| She sent a message a long time ago
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| Secora had promised to meet me in San Angelo
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| I was aware of the chance I was taking
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| I was an outlaw but great was my love for this girl
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| I must be with her I can’t stay away
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| Nights spent without her are lonely and so are the days
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| If it means death then I’ll have to chance it
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| Only a few minutes more and she’ll be at my side
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| At ten o' clock in the morning
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| I tied my horse and I started to walk down the street
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| Where was Secora, had she forgotten
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| This was the day and the hour that she wanted to meet
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| But something is wrong with our plans and I fear death awaits me
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| Here on this hot dusty street
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| Up on a housetop but still I can see
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| There hides a man with a rifle, it’s pointed at me
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| I might escape from the man with a rifle
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| But there are others just like him that I cannot see
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| Back of each window the click of a gun
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| Die if I stay and my love for her won’t let me run
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| Where is Secora, will my eyes see her
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| Then in a moment she runs from a door down the street
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| «Up on your horse», she is crying
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| «Ride out of town it’s a trap and they’re waiting for you»
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| But if I ride out, she must ride with me
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| Then in a moment I know that our chances are gone
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| For a bullet is well on its way and it finds my Secora
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| She cries as she falls in my arms
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| Over and over her soft lips did say
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| «Now we’re together, I won’t let them take you away»
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| One little sigh, her little lips tremble
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| Then it was over, Secora had drifted away
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| Tears dim my vision but plainly I see
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| The ranger that killed her is standing there waiting for me
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| I rise to meet him, my one thought it beat him
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| He deserves death and I swear that this ranger will die
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| I beat his draw and I shot him
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| Shot him six times just as fast as the bullets could fly
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| My gun is empty or more I would shoot him
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| Now there are others just like him that want me to die
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| Their bullets are coming my way, how they hurt when they hit me
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| The pain makes me fall to the ground
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| Gone is my strength, just the will left to fight
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| I hear the sound of the lead as it robs me of life
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| If I must die, let me find Secora
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| Let me hold on to her hand for the few moments left
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| Blindly I search and it isn’t in vain
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| I touch the soft velvet hand and it eases the pain
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| Life is no more but we’re together
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| Even in death she’s my lover, it’s over, goodbye |