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 And I dream in the morning, that she brings me water;

And I dream in the evening, that she brings me wine.

 Just a poor man’s daughter, from Porta Pen~asco;

 Evangelina, Old Mexico.

There’s a great hot desert, South of Mexicalli;

If you don’t have water, you’d better not go.

 Tequilla won’t get you, across that desert;

 to Evangelina, in Old Mexico.

(CHORUS)

 And the Fire I feel for the woman I love, Is driving me insane;

 knowing she’s waiting, and I can’t get there.

God only knows that I rack my brain to try to find a way,

 to reach that woman, in old Mexico.

And I met a kind man, he guarded the Border;

He said you don’t need papers, I’ll let you go.

 I can tell that you love her, by the look in your eyes now;

 She’s the rose of the desert, in old Mexico.

(CHORUS)

 And the Fire I feel for the woman I love, Is driving me insane;

 knowing she’s waiting, and I can’t get there.

God only knows that I rack my brain to try to find a way,

 to reach that woman, in old Mexico.

 And I dream in the morning, that she brings me water;

 And I dream in the evening, that she brings me wine.

 Just a poor man’s daughter, from Porta Pen~asco;

 South of the Border, in old Mexico.

 Evangelina, I miss you so. I miss you so.