| On a winter night in Webb County, Texas
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| On the north bank of the mighty Rio Grande
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| I was watchin' the jungle fires a-burnin'
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| Across the border of a not-so-distant land
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| And the echoes of the church bells that were swingin'
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| Could be heard from Guadalupe Market Square
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| There was a girl down there on the south side of the river
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| She had feathers tied into her long black hair
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| And if I was a White-crowned Sparrow
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| Well I would float upon the southern skies of blue
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| But I’m stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
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| A-wishin' I was rollin' back to you
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| I put on my favorite jacket for Jamboozie
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| I painted up my eyes and wore my beads
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| There was a band playin' to «God Be The Glory»
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| There were people dancin' all around the street
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| There were barrels on the sidewalk that were burnin'
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| And a fortune teller readin' people’s hands
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| And I swear I heard those church bells ringin'
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| Across the border of a not-so-distant land
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| Singin' if I was a White-crowned Sparrow
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| Well I would float upon the southern skies of blue
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| But I’m stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
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| A-wishin' I was rollin' back to you
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| If I was a White-crowned Sparrow
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| Well I would float upon the southern skies of blue
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| But I’m stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
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| A-wishin' I was rollin' back to you
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| I’m stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
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| A-wishin' I was rollin' back to you
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| Wish I was rollin' back, back to you
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| Wish I was rollin' back to you
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| Wish I was rollin' back to you |