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NORTH OF THE BORDER
OF OLD MEXICO
I RODE ONE DAY TO THE
COWTOWN OF SAN ANGELO
A HOT SUN WAS GLOWIN'
A WARM WIND WAS BLOWIN'
STILL NOT AS WARM
AS THE LIPS THAT I WAITED
T0 KISS
CHEEKS THAT PUT
BLUSHING RED ROSES
T0 SHAME
LIPS THAT WERE FRESHER
THAN FLOWERS
WHEN KISSED BY THE RAIN
DARK EYES THAT SPARKLED
MUCH BRIGHTER THAN
DIAMONDS
SHE WAS A BEAUTY
SOCORRO WAS
MY LOVER'S NAME
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DRANK T0 SOCORRO
EVERYONE LOVED HER
BUT I WAS THE ONE THAT
SHE CHOSE
AN OUTLAW ABOVE ALL
THE REST NOW
MY HEART BEATS SO MADLY
SOON SHE WILL BE
AT MY SIDE
SHE SENT A MESSAGE
A LONG TIME AGO
SOCORRO HAD PROMISED
TO MEET ME AT
SAN ANGELO
I WAS AWARE OF THE
CHANCE I WAS TAKING
I WAS AN OUTLAW
BUT GREAT WAS MY LOVE
FOR THIS GIRL
I MUST BE WITH HER
I CAN'T STAY AWAY
NIGHTS SPENT WITHOUT HER
ARE LONELY AND 80 ARE
THE DAYS
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AT TEN O'CLOCK
IN THE MORNING I TIED MY
HORSE
AND I STARTED T0
WALK DOWN THE STREET
WHERE WAS SOCORRO,
HAD SHE FORGOTTEN
THIS WAS THE DAY
AND THE HOUR THAT SHE

WANTED TO MEET
BUT SOMETHING IS WRONG
WITH OUR PLANS AND I FEAR
DEATH AWAITS ME
HERE ON THIS HOT DUSTY
STREET
UP ON A HOUSETOP
BUT STILL I CAN SEE
THERE HIDES A MAN WITH
A RIFLE, IT'S POINTED

AT ME
I MIGHT ESCAPE FROM
THE MAN WITH THE RIFLE
BUT THERE ARE OTHERS

JUST LIKE HIM
THAT I CANNOT SEE
BACK OF EACH WINDOW
THE CLICK OF A GUN
DIE IF I STAY AND MY LOVE
FOR HER

WON'T LET ME RUN
WHERE IS SOCORRO
WILL MY EYES SEE HER
THEN IN A MOMENT
SHE RUNS FROM A DOOR

DOWN THE STREET
UP ON YOUR HORSE
SHE IS CRYING
RIDE OUT OF TOWN,
IT'S A TRAP AND THEY'RE

WAITING FOR YOU
BUT IF I RIDE OUT, SHE MUST
RIDE WITH ME, THEN IN A
MOMENT I KNOW THAT OUR
CHANCES ARE GONE FOR A
BULLET IS WELL 0N IT'S WAY

AND IT FINDS MY SOCORRO
SHE DIES AS SHE FALLS

IN MY ARMS
TEARS DIM MY VISION
BUT PLAINLY I SEE
THE RANGER THAT KILLED
HER IS STANDING THERE

WAITING FOR ME
I WALK TO MEET HIM MY ONE
THOUGHT IS BEAT HIM
HE DESERVES DEATH
AND I SWEAR THAT
THIS RANGER WILL DIE
I BEAT HIS DRAW AND
I SHOT HIM
SHOT HIM SIX TIMES JUST
AS FAST AS THE BULLETS
WOULD FLY
MY GUN IS EMPTY OR MORE
I WOULD SHOOT HIM
NOW THERE ARE OTHERS
JUST LIKE HIM THAT
WANT ME TO DIE
THEIR BULLETS ARE COMING
MY WAY HOW THEY HURT
WHEN THEY HIT ME
THE PAIN MAKES ME FALL
TO THE GROUND
GONE IS MY STRENGTH
JUST THE WILL LEFT TO
FIGHT
I HEAR THE SOUND OF
THE LEAD AS IT ROBS ME
OF LIFE
IF I MUST DIE LET ME FIND
SOCORRO
LET ME HOLD ON TO HER
HAND FOR THE FEW
MOMENTS LEFT
BLINDLY I SEARCH
AND IT ISN'T IN VAIN
I TOUCH THE SOFT VELVET
HAND AND IT EASES
THE PAIN
LIFE IS NO MORE
BUT WE'RE TOGETHER
EVEN IN DEATH
SHE'S MY LOVER
IT'S OVER, GOODBYE...
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Title
San Angelo
Artist
Marty Robbins
Brand
Harris Studios
(1 Other Versions)
Code
VHMR-16
Genres
cowboy western, nashville sound