From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below.
A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso.
my mind is somewhere down there as I fly above the badlands of new Mexico.
Rose's cantina.
Bullets and badmen.
Don't take your guns to town son.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below.
A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso.
my mind is somewhere down there as I fly above the badlands of new Mexico.
Rose's cantina.
Bullets and badmen.
Don't take your guns to town son.
Marty Robbins made it real with his guitar and aching vocals
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