| Rosalita Rosie
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| That Mexican moon shinin' bright
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| Oh, but with Paco an' Pepe lookin' on
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| No, I don’t feel right
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| I think I could love you
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| But I just can’t have you alone
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| So I guess I’ll pack up, go back
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| To my West Texas home
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| I met this señorita
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| On a trip down to Ole Mexico
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| She was sittin' in the shade of a cactus
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| By five full aglow
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| I sit down beside her and smiled her
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| A Texas «Hello»
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| Oh, with her mother and father lookin' on
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| From the window
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| Rosalita Rosie
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| That Mexican moon shinin' bright (Shinin' so bright)
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| Oh, with your mother and father lookin' on
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| You know I don’t feel right
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| Think I could love you
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| But I just can’t have you alone (Have you alone)
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| So I guess I’ll pack up, go back
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| To my West Texas home
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| (Flaco)
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| I offered my hand
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| We walked through fields of corn
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| Mountains were gleamin' an' steamin'
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| With the sun goin' down
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| Turkeys were sleepin' and the burros
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| Were bellowin' low
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| When I leaned down to kiss her
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| Her sister say «No»
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| Rosalita Rosie
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| That Mexican moon shinin' bright (Shinin' so bright)
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| Oh, with your sister Consuelo lookin' on
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| No, I don’t feel right
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| Think I could love you
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| But I just can’t have you alone (Have you alone)
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| Oh, I guess I’ll pack up, go back
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| To my West Texas home
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| So I guess I’ll pack up, go back
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| West Texas home
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| So I guess I’ll pack up, go back
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| West Texas home |