Matamoros

In old Mexico I stand on the square in Matamoros

Round the plaza the couples are walking to music so sweet

I found my love not too long ago in Matamoros

But I´m feeling low as the beggar who sits in the street

Oh the promises that she made with eyes black as midnight

How could I know how fickle her promise could be

Now I´m back to find what I feel is mine in Matamoros

And there´ll be bad trouble if I catch her cheating on me

Streets are narrow and dark and Tequila runs free in Matamoros

I stop for one moment outside of Miguel´s swinging door

My heart breaks to hear the same haunting sound of Granada

She once called it our song and vowed she´d be mine evermore

Then across the square with this wild young Vaquero I see her

Laughing and dancing and tossing her raven black hair

Fate may take a hand when I face this man from Matamoros

For the love of my woman is one thing that I’ll never share

Now I walk in the night far away from the lights of Matamoros

And recall the last moments when I knew she loved me more than life

I can still hear her cry I love you and I´ll prove it Manana

Then seeing my danger she jumped in front of his knife

I know of the stories they´ll tell in the dim lit casinos

Of the raven haired beauty who for her love lay dead on the floor

They´ll speak of the fight with the gringo that night in Matoamoros

And wonder what happened for he never returned anymore