North of the of Old Mexico I one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm was blowing Still not as warm as the lips I waited to kiss
Cheeks that would blush in red to shame Lips that were fresher than when kissed by the rain Dark eyes that much brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Socorro was my name
I met her down in Everyone there in this border town her the 'Rose' cowboys drank to Socorro Everyone her but I was the one that she chose
An outlaw all the rest Now my heart so madly Soon she be at my side
She a message a long time ago Socorro had promised to me at San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was I was an outlaw but great was my love for this
I must be with her, I stay away spent without her are lonely and so are the days If it means death I'll have to chance it Only a few more and she'll be in my arms
At ten o' in the morning I tied my horse and I started to down the street was Socorro, had she forgotten This was the day and the hour that she to meet
But something is with our plans And I fear death me Here on hot dusty street
Up on a housetop but I can see hides a man with a rifle, it's pointed at me I might from the man with a rifle But are others just like him that I cannot see
Back of each window the of a gun Die if I and my love for her won't let me run Where is Socorro, will my see her Then in a moment she runs from a door down the
"Up on horse", she is crying "Ride out of town, it's a trap and waiting for you" But if I ride out, she must with me Then in a moment I that our chances are gone
For a is well on its way And it my Socorro She as she falls in my arms
Tears dim my but plainly I see The ranger that her is standing there waiting for me I walk to meet him, my one thought is him' He deserves death and I swear that this ranger die
I beat his and I shot him him six times just as fast as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or I would shoot him Now there are others just him that want me to die
Their bullets are my way How they when they hit me The pain makes me to the ground
Gone is my strength, the will left to fight I hear the sound of the as it robs me of life If I must die, let me Socorro Let me hold on to her hand for the few left
I search and it isn't in vain I touch the soft velvet hand and it eases the Life is no but we're together Even in death she's my lover, it's over,