Lyrics
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 that 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
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Artist: arlo guthrie