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And I dream in the morning
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That she brings me water.
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And I dream in the evening
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That she brings me wine.
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Just a poor man's daughter
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>From Puerta Pinasco.
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EVANGELINA in old Mexico.
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There's a great hot desert
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Down in Mexicali.
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And if you don't have water
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Boy, you'd better not go.
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Tequila won't get you
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Across that desert.
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To EVANGELINA, in old Mexico
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CHORUS
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And the fire I feel for the woman I love
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Is drivin' me insane.
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Knowin' she's waitin',
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And I can't get there.
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God only knows that I wracked my brain
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To try and find a way
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To reach that woman
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In old Mexico.
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And I met a kind man
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He guarded the border
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He said, "You don't need papers,
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I'll let you go,
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I can tell that you love her
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By the look in your eyes, now".
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She's the rose of the desert
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In old Mexico
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Repeat Chorus
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And I dream in the morning
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That she brings me water
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And I dream in the evening
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That she brings me wine.
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Just a poor man's daughter
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>From Puerta Pinasco.
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South of the border
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In old Mexico
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Evangelina,I miss you so.
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I miss you so.
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Evangelina
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| Hoyt Axton |
