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On the Chisholm trail, it was midnight |
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Carmela was strong on his mind |
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Because of the life he had chosen |
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Carmela had left then behind |
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Too long he'd been a bandito |
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Carmela had left him alone |
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But today someone brought a message |
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She'd be seen in old San Antone |
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Cross the Brazos at Waco |
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Ride hard and I'll make it by dawn |
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Cross the Brazos at Waco |
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I'm safe when I reach San Antone |
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He glanced back over his shoulder |
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The posee was nowhere in sight |
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He'd sent for Carmela to meet him |
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On the banks of the Brazos tonight |
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She was waiting and he kept the promise |
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He'd made such a long time ago |
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As he dropped the guns that she hated |
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In the mighty Brazos willow |
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Cross the Brazos at Waco |
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Ride hard and I'll make it by dawn |
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Cross the Brazos at Waco |
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I'll walk straight in old San Antone |
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Then the night came alight with gun fire |
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He knew that at last he'd been found |
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As the ranger's band shoot brightly |
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El bandito laid on the ground |
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Carmela knew he was dying |
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That all of her dreams were in vain |
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As she kissed his lips for the last time |
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She heard him whisper again |
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Cross the Brazos at Waco |
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Ride hard and I'll make it by dawn |
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Cross the Brazos at Waco |
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I'm safe when I reach San Antone |
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I'm safe when I reach San Antone |
