Texty:
Robbins Marty

Born in the heat of the desert My mother died giving me life Despised and disliked from a father Blamed for the loss of his wife You know, Lord, I've

I told Mary about us, told her about our great sin Mary cried and forgave me and Mary took me back again Said if I wanted my freedom, I could be free

Just because I ask a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I rang her number by mistake today She thinks I still care

I get up every mornin' and start my daily routine Sweep away old memories, brush away old broken dreams Oh, I must carry on 'cause what's left of my future

Go ahead and call her if you want to She and I aren't tied by any vow Just do as you please if it puts your mind at ease She means nothin' to me now

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business,

I'm as sad as the willow That weeps in the valley Since you've gone, Since you've gone from my arms I'm as sad as the cold wind That rythes in the treetops

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina Music would play and Felina would

Hands that are strong but wrinkled Doing work that never gets done Hair, that's lost some of the beauty By too many hours in the sun Eyes, that show