Perry Como - Gringo's Guitar Lyrics
( listen . . . shh . . . listen! there, its playing again . . .Gringos guitar playing songs of desireAre sung by the haunted wind! )Down in nualo, laredo,On the border of ol mexicoTheres a legend they tell of a cowboy,A tall texas drover named joeBut the braseros just call him gringo,The gringo who played the guitarTo the mexican girl that he loved so,neath the misty mexico star( listen . . . shh . . . listen! there, its playing again . . .Gringos guitar playing songs of desireAre sung by the haunted wind! )He sang of the day when theyd marry,When the round-up was over an throughAnd great were the plans for their wedding,And for dreams they dreamed would come trueBut he never came back from the round-up,A stampeding herd ran him downBut, sometimes, strange and beautiful musicOf a guitar is heard through the town( listen . . . shh . . . listen! there, its playing again . . .Gringos guitar playing songs of desireAre sung by the haunted wind! )
