San Angelo

North of the border of Old Mexico I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm breeze was blowing Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss Cheeks that would put blushing roses to shame Lips that would bloom like flowers kissed when by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Secora was my lovers name. I met her down in Loredo every one down in that border town called her the rose Mexican cowboys danced with Secora, Every one loved her but I was the one that she chose An outlaw above all the rest, now my heard beats so madly Soon she will be at my side She sent a message a long time ago