Listen . . . shh . . . listen! There, it's playing again . . .
Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire
are sung by the haunted wind! )
Down in Nualo, Laredo,
on the border of ol' Mexico
there's a legend they tell of a cowboy,
a tall Texas drover named ";Joe";
but the braseros just call him ";Gringo";,
the gringo who played the guitar
to the Mexican girl that he loved so,
'neath the misty Mexico star
( Listen . . . shh . . . listen! There, it's playing again . . .
Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire
are sung by the haunted wind! )
He sang of the day when they'd marry,
when the round-up was over an' through
and great were the plans for their wedding,
and for dreams they dreamed would come true
But he never came back from the round-up,