Dave Alvin/Tom Russell
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI/Frontera Music, ASCAP)
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I guess she put her blue dress on
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And walked out late last night
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Left one silk stocking
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Dangling from the bedside light
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I sobered up and called her name
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Just before the dawn
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I saw her footprints in the sand
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And knew that she had gone
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Down the Rio Grande.
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I pulled out of Albuquerque
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Prayin¡¯ I wasn¡¯t late
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I got a couple cups of coffee
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At some joint off the interstate
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Passin¡¯ through Las Cruces
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I swear I saw her car
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She always said she¡¯d go someday
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But never said how far
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Down the Rio Grande.
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Maybe she¡¯s in Brownsville
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She¡¯s got some family there
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She was always talkin¡¯ ¡®bout
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The salty Gulf Coast air
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Where the river ends
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Down the Rio Grande.
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I saw an old grey heron
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Flyin¡¯ south against the wind
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Storm clouds over Juarez
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Rollin¡¯ east to the Big Bend
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I drove down Highway Ninety
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Through a dusty desert wind
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I didn¡¯t know where it would lead me
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Or if I¡¯d find her again
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Down the Rio Grande.
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I lit my last cigarette
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As the sky began to clear
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Black mountains up ahead
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A red sundown in my mirror
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Lost all the border
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¡®Tween the future and the past
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One fading slowly
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And the other comin¡¯ fast
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Down the Rio Grande.
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Maybe she¡¯s in Brownsville
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She¡¯s got some family there
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She was always talkin¡¯ ¡®bout
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The salty gulf coast air
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Where the river ends
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Down the Rio Grande.
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I bought a bottle in Del Rio
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And I parked on the side of the road
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I stayed up all night
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Starin¡¯ at the lights of Mexico
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And I walked down to border bridge
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At the break of day
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And I threw that empty bottle off
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And I watched it float away
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Down the Rio Grande.
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Maybe she¡¯s in Brownsville
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She¡¯s got some family there
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She was always talkin ¡®bout
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The salty gulf coast air
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Where the river ends
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Down the Rio Grande
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Where the river ends.
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Rio Grande
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Dave Alvin |