Arlo Guthrie - Evangelina Lyrics
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Evangelina
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What Are The Lyrics For Evangelina By Arlo Guthrie?
I dream in the morning
That she brings me water And I dream in evening That she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter From Puerto Penasco Evangelina in old Mexico There's a great hot desert South of Mexicali And if you don't have water Then you better not go Tequila won't get you Across the desert To Evangelina in old Mexico And the fire I feel for the Woman I love Is driving me insane Knowing she's waiting And I just can't get there Lord only knows that I've Racked my brain To try and find a way To see that woman in old Mexico I met a kind man Who guarded the border He said you don't have papers But 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 And the fire I feel for the Woman I love Is driving me insane Knowing she's waiting And I just can't get there Lord only knows that I've Racked my brain To try and find a way To see the woman in old Mexico 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 From Puerto Penasco Evangelina in old Mexico There's a great hot desert South of Mexicali And if you don't have water Then you better not go Tequila won't get you Across the desert To Evangelina in old Mexico She's the rose of the desert In old Mexico |
Who Wrote Evangelina By Arlo Guthrie?
Hoyt Wayne Axton, Kenneth Elvin Jr. Higginbotham
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