p.2. South of the Border
South of the border,
I rode back one day,
There in a veil of white, by the candle-light, she knelt to pray.
The mission bells told me,
that I mustn't stay, south of the border,
down Mexico way.
The mission bells told me,
that I mustn't stay, south of the border,
down Mexico way.
Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay