Marty Robbins - 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