A Dance In Del Rio

A Dance In Del Rio He poured the sand out of his boots An' struck a trail due South Searchin' for a brown eyed gal with A pouty little mouth He'd met her down in Del Rio While makin' up this herd They had a long conversation But never spoke a word It was a barn dance Friday night He watched her dance with ease He asked her for the next slow dance She answered,"Pretty please?" They danced them all that lovestruck night The fiddles just for them Was no doubt in the cowboy's mind She was the one for him An' then the sun came up that morn An' marked that fateful dawn She placed two fingers on his lips - Of a sudden she was gone An' so he searched and searched in vain But never did he see That brown eyed gal from Del Rio Whose groom he thought he'd be The old man's eighty somethin' now An' smiles at what life does He thinks of that one memory An' wonders who she was.