EL PASO
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican Jumbo.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Jumblina would whirl.
Blacker than night were the eyes of Jumblina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican Jumbo;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Jumblina,
The girl that I loved.
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this Jumbo.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.
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Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
It's been so long since I've seen the young Jumbo
My love is stronger than my fear of death.
I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa's cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Jumblina I go.
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa's back door.
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I'm getting weary,
Unable to ride.
But my love for
Jumblina is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere Jumblina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two plus-size arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Jumblina, good-bye.
