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She was a girl on a wagon train |
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Haded west across the plains |
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The train got lost in a summer storm |
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They couldn't move west and they couldn't go home |
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Then she saw him ridin' through the rain |
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He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train |
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And she looked down and her heart was gone |
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The train went west but she stayed on |
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In Lonesome Dove |
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A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand |
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A blooming rose in a bed of sand |
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She loved the man who wore a star |
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A Texas Ranger known near and far |
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So they got married and they had a child |
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But times were touch and the West was wild |
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So it was no surprise the day she learned |
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That her Texas man would not return |
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To Lonesome Dove |
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Back to back with the Rio Grande |
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A Christian woman in the devil's land |
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She learned the language and she learned to fight |
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But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights |
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In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove |
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She watched her boy grow into a man |
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He had an angel's heart and the devil's hand |
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He wore his star for all to see |
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He was a Texas lawman legacy |
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The one day word blew into town |
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It seemed the men that shot his father down |
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Had robbed a bank in Cherico |
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The only thing 'tween them and Mexico |
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Was Lonesome Dove |
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The shadows stretched across the land |
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As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande |
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And when the smoke had finally cleared the street |
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The men lay at the ranger's feet |
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But legend tells to this very day |
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That shots were comin' from an alleyway |
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Though no one knows who held the gun |
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There ain't no doubt if you ask someone |
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In Lonesome Dove |
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Back to back with the Rio Grande |
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A Christian woman in the devil's land |
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She learned the language and she learned to fight |
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But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights |
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In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove |
