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She met him one night in |
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LaredoJust a wild comanchero they say |
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They told her that he'd been an outlaw |
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And she'd have to send him away |
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They warned her of toil and of hardships |
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And a life filled with heartaches and tears |
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Then one day he sent her a message |
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The one she'd been waiting to hear |
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Meet me tonight in |
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LaredoWait till the moon's hanging low |
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Meet me tonight in |
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LaredoWe'll soon be in old |
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MexicoThat night as they slipped through the darkness |
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To the trail where their horses were tied |
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He whispered a prayer for tomorrow |
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That she would be safe by his side |
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She smiled as they climbed in the saddle |
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And as swift as a wild prairie wind |
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They rode to the |
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Madre Sierra |
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Repeating these words once again |
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Meet me tonight in |
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LaredoWait till the moon's hanging low |
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Meet me tonight in |
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LaredoWe'll soon be in old |
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MexicoNow in their own hacienda |
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In the glow of a soft candle light |
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The hands that once held a sixgun |
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Are holding their baby tonight |
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She echoes his |
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God will go with us |
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And at night when the moon's hanging low |
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She smiles as she fondly remembers |
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The words he had said long ago |
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Meet me tonight in |
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LaredoWait till the moon's hanging low |
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Meet me tonight in |
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LaredoWe'll soon be in old |
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Mexico |