Dear Clementine,
the weather's fine,
I thought I'd drop a line to my sweet brother's to see how things are in
El
Paso
We met the blade ten miles apart today and
I'm so doggone tired of feeling blue
The radio, it don't play no
Texas music for us cowboys
I miss the
Rio
Grande, I miss the promised land
I miss my rose of
El
Paso
Well, you're a child of the clear blue sky
I love your
Spanish eyes
I miss my sweet little rose of
El
Paso
You're the dead little flower who's got the power
to draw this wandering cowboy right into your heart
You can weave a spell like a star
that fell on the heart of
Texas
Child of the
Rio
Grande, queen of the
Promised
Land
I miss my
Rose of
El
Paso
Boy, lay you down to sleep
The eyes of
Texas are upon you
When your work is done, hurry home
Your
El
Paso roads are waiting for you
Dear
Camden town, you still might remember
My heart yearns to hold you,
yearns to join you
Join you in
El
Paso
Well the work goes on
We must have gone through half the rocks
And stubborn stone in
Montana
It's turning cold and I guess you know
That western wind can cut right through you
I miss the
Rio
Grande
I miss the promised land
I miss my roads of
El
Paso
I won't lay you down to sleep
The eye of
Texas are upon you
When your work is done
Hurry home, your
El
Paso road's waiting for