| 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 watching 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 in the south side of the river
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| She had feathers tied into her long black hair
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| Said‚ if I was I was white-crowned sparrow
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| 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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| Wishing I was rolling back to you
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| (Wish I was rolling)
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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 playing «To God Be the Glory»
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| There were people dancing all around the streets
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| There were barrels on the sidewalk that were burning
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| And a fortune-teller readin' people’s hands
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| And I swear I heard those church bells ringing
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| Across the border in a not-so-distant land
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| Singing‚ if I was white-crowned sparrow
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| 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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| Wishing I was rolling back to you
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| (Back to you)
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| If I was white-crowned sparrow
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| 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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| Wishing I was rolling back to you
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| Wishing I was rolling back to you |