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.
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