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Along the wild Texas border, was no law and order |
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When Reno brought me to this land |
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He was after the wild ones, the mustangs, the shy ones |
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And hoping that I'd understand |
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But there's too many long nights, a wife should have some rights |
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It seems that it's so plain to see |
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Reno my husband, oh, he loves the wild ones |
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Much more than he'll ever love me |
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He's riding somewhere out there with his raven black hair |
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And a heart that is loving and wild |
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He's too much afire with ambitious desire |
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To be tied to a wife and a child |
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The horses are cunning, they soon will be running |
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And Reno will always be gone |
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These things I'm knowing, the Rio is flowing |
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And Reno, I'm goin' back home |
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'Cross the Mexican border, my house all in order |
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I wait for a knock on my door |
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Little Juan, the small one, the son of the tall one |
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So peacefully plays on the floor |
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But what are these yearnings that always keep burning? |
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I feel so deeply inside |
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My love for Reno, my flashing young gringo |
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Has suddenly vanquished my pride |
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He's riding somewhere out there with his raven black hair |
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And a heart that is loving and wild |
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He's so much afire and with too much desire |
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To be alone without a wife and a child |
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The horses are cunning, they soon will be running |
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And Reno will quickly be gone |
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There's no more waiting, no more hesitating |
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Oh, Reno, I'm coming back home |
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Wait Reno, I'm coming back home |
