Feleena (From El Paso) Testo

Out in New Mexico, many long years agoThere in a shack on the desert, one night in a stormAmid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunderTo a young Mexican couple, a baby was born;Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' diedMoon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the sameMother and Father, both proud of the daughterThat heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreamsShe ran away from the shack and left them to roamFather and Mother, both asked one anotherWhat made her run away, what made Feleena leave home;Tired of the desert nights, fartherly grieved to strifeShe ran away late one night in the moon's golden gleamShe didn't know where she'd go, but she'd get thereAnd she would find happiness, if she would follow her dream.After she ran away, she went to Sante FeAnd in the year that she stayed there, she learned about lifeIn just a little while, she learned that with a smileShe could have pretty clothes, she could be any man's wife;Rich men romanced her, they dined and they danced herShe understood men and she treated them all just the sameA form that was fine and rare, dark shining glossy hairLovely to look at Feleena was this woman's name.Restless in Sante Fe, she had to get awayTo any town where the lights had a much brighter glowOne cowboy mentioned the town of El PasoThey never stopped dancin' and money like whiskey did flow;She bought a one-way, a ticket from Sante FeThree days and nights on a stage with a rest now and thenShe didn't mind that, she knew she would find thatHer new life would be more exciting than where she had been.The stage made it's last stop, up there on the mountain topTo let her see all of the lights at the foot of the hillHer world was brighter and deep down inside herAn uncontrolled beating, her young heart just wouldn't be still;She got a hotel, a room at the Lily BelleQuickly she changed to a form-fitting black satin dressEv'ry man stopped to stare, at this form fine and rareEven the women remarked of the charm she possessed.Dancin' and laughter, was what she was afterAnd Rosa's Cantina had lights, with love in the gleamThat's what she hunted and that's what she wantedRosa's was one place, a nice girl would never be seen;It was the same way, it was back in Sante FeMen would make fools of themselves at the thought of romanceRosa took heed of, the place was in need ofThis kind of excitement, so she paid Feleena to dance.A year passed and maybe more and then through the swingin' doorsCame a young cowboy so tall and so handsomely dressedThis one was new in town, hadn't been seen aroundHe was so different, he wasn't like all of the rest;Feleena danced close to him, then threw a rose to himQuickly he walked to her table and there he sat downAnd in a day or so, wherever folks would goThey'd see this young cowboy, showin' Feelena the town.Six weeks he went with her, each minute spent with herBut he was insanely jealous of glances she'd giveInside he was a-hurtin', from all of her flirtin'That was her nature and that was the way that she lived;She flirted one night, it started a gun-fightAnd after the smoke cleared away, on the floor lay a manFeleena's young lover, had shot down anotherAnd he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.The next day at five o'clock, she heard a rifle shotQuickly she ran to the door, that was facin' the passShe saw her cowboy, her wild-ridin' cowboyLow in the saddle, her cowboy was ridin' in fast;She ran to meet him, to kiss and to greet himHe saw her and motioned her back, with a wave of his handBullets were flyin', Feleena was cryin'As she saw him fall from the saddle and into the sand.Feleena knelt near him, to hold and to hear himWhen she felt the warm blood that flowed from the wound in his sideHe raised to kiss her and she heard him whisper"Never forget me - Faleena it's over, goodbye."Quickly she grabbed for, the six-gun that he woreAnd screamin' in anger and placin' the gun to her breastBury us both deep and maybe we'll find peaceAnd pullin' the trigger, she fell 'cross the dead cowboy's chest.Out in El Paso, whenever the wind blowsIf you listen closely at night, you'll hear in the windA woman is cryin', it's not the wind sighin'Old timer's tell you, Feleena is callin' for him;You'll hear them talkin' and you'll hear them walkin'You'll hear them laugh and you'll look, but there's no one aroundDon't be alarmed - there is really no harm thereIt's only the young cowboy, showin' Feleena the town.