Woorden: Hoyt Axton. Gotta Keep Rollin'. Evangelina.

And I dream in the morning
That she brings me water.
And I dream in the evening
That she brings me wine.
Just a poor man's daughter
EVANGELINA in old Mexico.

There's a great hot desert
Down in Mexicali.
And if you don't have water
Boy, you'd better not go.
Tequila won't get you
Across that desert.
To EVANGELINA, in old Mexico

CHORUS

And the fire I feel for the woman I love
Is drivin' me insane.
Knowin' she's waitin',
And I can't get there.
God only knows that I wracked my brain
To try and find a way
To reach that woman
In old Mexico.

And I met a kind man
He guarded the border
He said, "You don't need papers,
I'll let you go,
I can tell that you love her
By the look in your eyes, now".
She's the rose of the desert
In old Mexico

Repeat Chorus

And I dream in the morning
That she brings me water
And I dream in the evening
That she brings me wine.
Just a poor man's daughter
South of the border
In old Mexico
Evangelina,I miss you so.
I miss you so.