North of the border of Old Mexico
I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo
A hot sun was glowing, a hot breeze was blowing
Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss
She sent a message a long time ago
Secora had promised to meet me in San Angelo
I was aware of the chance I was taking
I was an outlaw but great was my love for this girl
I must be with her I can't stay away
Nights spent without her are lonely and so are the days
If it means death then I'll have to chance it
Only a few minutes more and she'll be at my side
At ten o' clock in the morning
I tied my horse and I started to walk down the street
Where was Secora, had she forgotten
This was the day and the hour that she wanted to meet
But something is wrong with our plans and I fear death awaits me
Here on this hot dusty street.
Up on a housetop but still I can see
There hides a man with a rifle, it's pointed at me
I might escape from the man with a rifle
But there are others just like him that I cannot see
Back of each window the click of a gun
Die if I stay and my love for her won't let me run
Where is Secora, will my eyes see her
Then in a moment she runs from a door down the street
"Up on your horse", she is crying
"Ride out of town it's a trap and they're waiting for you"
But if I ride out, she must ride with me
Then in a moment I know that our chances are gone
For a bullet is well on its way and it finds my Secora
She cries as she falls in my arms
Over and over her soft lips did say
"Now we're together, I won't let them take you away"
one little sigh, her little lips tremble
Then it was over, Secora had drifted away
Tears dim my vision but plainly I see
The ranger that killed her is standing there waiting for me
I rise to meet him, my one thought it beat him
He deserves death and I swear that this ranger will die
How can your face be so angry
when all your doing is looking at me
(you) chastise me for my behavior
it's gonna last too long
and what am I now but your reaction
I'm all those memories you tried to steal
this war will never be over
gonna last to long
you're still a fucker (x3)
to me (you know)
lucifer cried when you looked at me
and the heaven's rained down on your acid face
what is left now that it's over
shouldn't last too long
na na na ...
and it feels so real
and it feels so real
but it's all the same
it is all the same
what a life (x2)
And I believe I belong nowhere
maybe there are winners
(but I'm) always used
everything's hard to discover
when it last too long
you're still a fucker (x3)
too me
na na na...
****copied by:
Jann
eke Langelaan, from Emmen, Holland
e-mail: msh.lange@tip.nl