Born in the heat of the desert My mother died giving me life Despised and disliked from a father Blamed for the loss of his wife You know, Lord, I've
From thirty thousand feet above The desert floor, I see it there below A city with a legend The west Texas city of El Paso Where long ago, I heard a
I told Mary about us, told her about our great sin Mary cried and forgave me and Mary took me back again Said if I wanted my freedom, I could be free
Seventeen and he was one year more Seventeen and he the girl adored She was only seventeen and he was one year more She loved him with all her heart
Just because I ask a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I rang her number by mistake today She thinks I still care
I've seen the earth from a big jet-liner And I've crossed an ocean or two I gambled and lost then stumbled across The wonderful world of you I found
I get up every mornin' and start my daily routine Sweep away old memories, brush away old broken dreams Oh, I must carry on 'cause what's left of my future
Worried, yes I'm worried Because she just told me goodbye Tell me what on earth am I to do Worried, yes I'm worried Because she just walked out on me
Go ahead and call her if you want to She and I aren't tied by any vow Just do as you please if it puts your mind at ease She means nothin' to me now
Sometimes late at night I wake up dreamin' I reach and feel for her, she's too good to be true And then I touch the sleepin' softness of my woman And,
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business,
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina Music would play and Felina would
I'm as sad as the willow That weeps in the valley Since you've gone, Since you've gone from my arms I'm as sad as the cold wind That rythes in the treetops
I see a candlelight down in the little green valley Where morning glory vines are twining 'round my door Oh, how I wish I were there again down in the
Cool Water ------Marty Robbins All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water Old Dan and I with throats burt dry and souls
Hands that are strong but wrinkled Doing work that never gets done Hair, that's lost some of the beauty By too many hours in the sun Eyes, that show
They call me a drifter, they say I'm no good I'll never amount to a thing Well, I may be a drifter and I may be no good There's joy in this song that
