Leaving El Paso

Adios, my friends, we’re leavin' El Paso
The Rio Grande’s gone bone dry and all the stories have been told
We’re heading up north now, up the Jornada del Muerto
On the trail of the conquistadores, towards the Santa Fe sun
Say goodbye to the Mexican ladies at The H and H Car Wash Cafe
Ah! The huevos rancheros and the red enchilada plate
Where a mountain lion walked in one day, thirsty for water, they say
And the cops took him down, inside the car wash front gates
Remember that old cowboy song about Rosa’s Cantina?
Around the jukebox at Rosa’s, we sang it loud and we sang it long
Staring up at Mt. Cristo Rey where the cowboy rode down to his fate
To die in the arms of Felina, man, that was a helluva song!
And the old Kentucky Bar in Juarez, where the Margarita was invented
The taste of fresh-cut limes mixed with the perfume of Marilyn Monroe
Up the street from The Lobby Cafe,
Where my friend Tommy Gabriel used to play
On the same stage as Sinatra and the great Nat King Cole