This isn't exactly the way Marty did it, but I've had to face the fact that I can't do it the way Marty did.
(D) He met her one night in (G) Laredo
Just a (D) wild comanchero they (A7) say.
They (D) told her that he'd been an (G) outlaw
And (A7) she'd have to send him (D) away.
(D) They warned her of toil and (G) hardship
And a (D) life full of heartache and (A7) tears.
Then (D) one day he sent her a (G) message,
The (A7) one she'd been waiting to (D) hear
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(D) Meet me tonight in (G) Laredo,
Wait (D) till the moon's hangin' (A7) low.
Meet (D) me tonight in (G) Laredo,
We'll (A7) soon be in old (D) Mexico.
That night as they slipped through the darkness
To the place where the horses were tied,
He whispered a prayer for tomorrow
That she would be safe by his side.
She smiled as they climbed in the saddle,
And as swift as the wild prairie wind
They rode to Madre Sierra,
Repeating these words once again:
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