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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 mans daughter, from Porta Pen~asco;
Evangelina, Old Mexico.
Theres a great hot desert, South of Mexicalli;
If you dont have water, youd better not go.
Tequilla wont 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 shes waiting, and I cant 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 dont need papers, Ill let you go.
I can tell that you love her, by the look in your eyes now;
Shes the rose of the desert, in old Mexico.
(CHORUS)
And the Fire I feel for the woman I love, Is driving me insane;
knowing shes waiting, and I cant 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 mans daughter, from Porta Pen~asco;
South of the Border, in old Mexico.
Evangelina, I miss you so. I miss you so.