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In old Mexico |
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I stand on the square in |
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Matamoros |
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Round a Plazza the couples were walking to music so sweet |
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I've found my love not too long ago in |
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Matamoros |
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But I'm feeling low as the beggar who sits in the street |
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All the promises that she made me with eyes black as midnight |
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How could |
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I know how fickle her promise would be |
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Now I'm back to find for |
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I feel is mine in |
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Matamoros |
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And there'll be bad trouble if |
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I catch her cheating on me |
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Streets're narrow and dark and tequilla runs free in |
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Matamoros |
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I stopped for one moment outside at |
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Maguel's swinging doors |
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My heart breaks to hear the same haunting sounds of |
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Granada She once called it our song and vowed should be mine evermore |
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Then across the square went this wild young bracero |
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I see her |
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Laughing and dancing and tossing her raven black hair |
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They'd may take a hand when |
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I face this man from |
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Matamoros |
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For the love of my woman is one thing that |
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I'll never share [ guitar ] |
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Now I walk in the night far away from the lights of |
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Matamoros |
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And recall the last moments when |
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I knew she loved me more than life |
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I can still hear her cry |
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I love you and |
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I'll prove it |
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Manana Then seeing my danger she jumped in front of his knife |
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I know the stories they'll tell in dimly casinos |
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Of the raven haired beauty who for her love laid dead on the floor |
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They'll speak of the fight with the gringo that night in |
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Matamoros |
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And wonder what happened for he never returned anymore oh oh hoo |
