| We were standing on a mountain top
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| Where the cactus flowers grow
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| I was wishing that the world would stop
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| When you said «We'd better go»
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| We took a row boat across the Rio Grande
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| Captain Pablo was our guide
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| For two dollars a weathered hand
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| He rowed us to the other side
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| We were dreaming like
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| The end was not in sight
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| And we dreamed all afternoon
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| We asked the world to wait
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| So we could celebrate
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| A gringo honeymoon
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| We stepped out onto the golden sand
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| The sun was high and burning down
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| Rented donkeys from an old blind man
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| Saddled up and rode to town
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| Tied our donkeys to an Ironwood tree
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| By the stream where children play
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| We went in the first place we could see
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| Serving cold beer in the shade
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| We were drinking like
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| The end was not in sight
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| And we drank all afternoon
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| We asked the world to wait
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| So we could celebrate
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| A gringo honeymoon
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| Met a cowboy who said that he
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| Was running from the D.E.A
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| He left his home, wife, and family
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| When he made his get away
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| We’d followed him on down a street at dusk
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| To his run-down, one-room shack
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| He blew a smoke ring and he smiled at us
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| «I ain’t never goin' back»
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| We were flying like
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| The end was not in sight
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| And we that afternoon
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| We asked the world to wait
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| So we could celebrate
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| A gringo honeymoon
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| He said «There's one last place that you should go»
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| He took us to the town’s best bar
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| He knew a crusty caballero
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| Who played an old gut-string guitar
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| And he sang like Marty Robbins could
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| Played like no one I’ve known
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| For a while we knew that life was good
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| It was ours to take back home
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| We were singing like
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| The end was not in sight
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| And we sang all afternoon
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| We asked the world to wait
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| So we could celebrate
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| A gringo honeymoon
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| We were standing on a mountain top
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| Where the cactus flowers grow
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| I was wishing that the world would stop
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| When you said we’d better go |