| (Listen. .. shh. .. listen! There, it’s playing again. ..
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| Gringo’s guitar playing songs of desire
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| are sung by the haunted wind!)
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| Down in Nualo, Laredo,
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| on the border of ol' Mexico
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| there’s a legend they tell of a cowboy,
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| a tall Texas drover named «Joe»
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| but the braseros just call him «Gringo»,
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| the gringo who played the guitar
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| to the Mexican girl that he loved so,
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| 'neath the misty Mexico star
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| (Listen. .. shh. .. listen! There, it’s playing again. ..
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| Gringo’s guitar playing songs of desire
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| are sung by the haunted wind!)
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| He sang of the day when they’d marry,
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| when the round-up was over an' through
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| and great were the plans for their wedding,
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| and for dreams they dreamed would come true
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| But he never came back from the round-up,
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| a stampeding herd ran him down
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| but, sometimes, strange and beautiful music
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| of a guitar is heard through the town
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| (Listen. .. shh. .. listen! There, it’s playing again. ..
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| Gringo’s guitar playing songs of desire
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| are sung by the haunted wind!)
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| Words and Music by Cindy Walker |