| If I may trust your love, she cried
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| And you would have me for a bride
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| Ride the wild plain and bring
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| A flask of water from the Mustang Spring
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| Fly as o’er the eagle’s wing
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| On the Llano Estacado
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| He smiled and left without a word
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| Grabbed up saddle, bit, and spur
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| Cinched his horse and rode away
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| through prickly pear and old Maguey,
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| vanished with the dying day
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| on the Llano Estacado.
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| All through the night he gallops on
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| Daylight broke, he rode alone
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| Spurred his horse and drew no rein
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| Across that dry, forsaken plain
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| Until the Mustang Spring he gained
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| On the Llano Estacado.
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| Crazy with love, in Enamorado!
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| Alone out on the Llano Estacado.
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| A bitter rest, a few short drinks
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| Across the spring a buzzard waits
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| His flask was full and so he turned
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| To gain the bride he soon would earn
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| But the sky bright red it burned
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| On the Llano Estacado
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| Oh how this shining desert glow
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| His eyes were burning as he rode
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| Was this the dream or drunken one
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| Or was he really riding on
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| Was that a skull that gleamed and shone
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| On the Llano Estacado
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| Oh hold onto his horse he cried
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| Ignore the devils in the sky
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| Bear up a little longer yet
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| His cracked lips he longed to wet
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| His mouth was black with blood and sweat
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| On the Llano Estacado
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| Crazy with love, in Enamorado!
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| Alone out on the Llano Estacado.
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| Still against his chest he held
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| The water flask for her he filled
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| He longed to drink but well he knew
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| If empty her love he’d lose
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| But his raging thirst it grew
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| On the Llano Estacado
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| His horse went down he wandered on
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| Dizzy, blinded and alone
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| And you out there with watery eyes
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| Think of how it is to die
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| Beneath the cruel, uncloudy sky
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| Of the Llano Estacado
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| At last he stumbled, then he fell
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| His race was run he knew full well
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| Raising to his lips the flask
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| His face a blistered, painful mask
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| Drank too, no more could she ask
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| Of the Llano Estacado
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| Crazy with love, in Enamorado!
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| He died out on the Llano Estacado.
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| That night at the Presido
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| Beneath the torchlights way below
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| She danced and never thought of him
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| A victim of a woman’s whim
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| Lying with that death like grin
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| On the Llano Estacado
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| Crazy with love, in Enamorado!
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| Alone out on the Llano Estacado.
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| Crazy with love, in Enamorado!
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| Alone out on the Llano Estacado. |