We were standin' on a mountain top
Where the cactus flowers grow
I was wishin' that the world would stop
When you said we'd better go
We took a rowboat across the Rio Grande
Captain Pablo was our guide
For two dollars in a weathered hand
He rowed us to the other side
We stepped out onto the golden sand
The sun was high and burning down
Rented donkeys from an old blind man
Saddled up and rode to town
Tied our donkeys to an ironwood tree
By the street where children play
We walked in the first place we could see
Servin' cold beer in the shade
Met a cowboy who said that he
Was running from the DE A
He left a home, a wife, and family
We followed him on down a street of dust
To his run-down one- room shack
He blew a smoke ring and he smiled at us
"I ain't never goin' back"
He said there's one last place
He took us to the town's best bar
He knew a crusty caballero
Who played an old gut-string guitar
And he sang like Marty Robbins could
Played like no one I've known
For a while we knew that life was good
It was ours to take back home
