(Marty Robbins)
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Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
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I fell in love with a Mexican girl
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Nighttime would find me in Rosa's Cantina
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Music would play and Felina would whirl
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Blacker than night where the eyes of Felina
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Wicked and evil while casting a spell
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My love was strong for this Mexican maiden
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I was in love, but in vain I could tell
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One night a wild young cowboy came in
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Wild as the West Texas wind
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Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
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With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
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So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
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Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
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My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat
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The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
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Just for a moment I stood there in silence
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Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
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Many thoughts ran through my mind as I stood there
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I had but one chance and that was to run
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Out through the back door of Rose's I ran
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Out where the horses were tied
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I caught a good one, it looked like it could run
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Up on his back and away I did ride
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Just as fast as I could from the West Texas town of El Paso
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Out thru the badlands of New Mexico
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Back in El Paso, my life would be worthless
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Everything's gone in life nothing is left
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It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
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My love is stronger than my fear of death
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I saddled up and away I did go
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Riding alone in the dark
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Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me
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Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart
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And at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso
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I can see Rose's Cantina below
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My love is strong and it pushes me onward
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Down off the hill to Felina I go
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Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
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Off to my left ride a dozen or more
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shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
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I've got to make it to Rose's back door
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Something is dreadfully wrong for, I feel
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A deep burning pain in my side
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Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel
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A deep burning pain in my side
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Although I am trying to stay in the saddle
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I'm getting weary, unable to ride
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It's getting harder to stay in the saddle
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I'm getting weary, unable to ride
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But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
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Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest
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I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
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I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
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From out of nowhere, Felina has found me
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Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
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Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
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One little kiss and Felina goodbye
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El Paso
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| Tom Russell |
