Lletres: Marty Robbins. No. 1 Cowboy. Meet Me Tonight In Laredo.

She met him one night in Laredo
Just a wild comanchero they say
They told her that he'd been an outlaw
And she'd have to send him away

They warned her of toil and of hardships
And a life filled with heartaches and tears
Then one day he sent her a message
The one she'd been waiting to hear

Meet me tonight in Laredo
Wait till the moon's hanging low
Meet me tonight in Laredo
We'll soon be in old Mexico

That night as they slipped through the darkness
To the trail where their horses were tied
He whispered a prayer for tomorrow
That she would be safe by his side

She smiled as they climbed in the saddle
And as swift as a wild prairie wind
They rode to the Madre Sierra
Repeating these words once again

Meet me tonight in Laredo
Wait till the moon's hanging low
Meet me tonight in Laredo
We'll soon be in old Mexico

Now in their own hacienda
In the glow of a soft candle light
The hands that once held a sixgun
Are holding their baby tonight

She echoes his God will go with us
And at night when the moon's hanging low
She smiles as she fondly remembers
The words he had said long ago

Meet me tonight in Laredo
Wait till the moon's hanging low
Meet me tonight in Laredo
We'll soon be in old Mexico