Karel Gott | Písně | The Trail to Mexico
orchestr, sbor: ČST?
I made up my mind to change my way
And with the crowd that was too gay,
And leave my darling girl behind
for she promised me she was only mine
Oh when I held her in my arms
I thought she had ten thousand charms
Her caresses was soft, her kisses sweet
She said "We'll marry next time we meet."
When I return to my one-time home
I ask for the girl who are at door
She said I wear a richer life
"Therefore, young fellow, get another wife."
"Yes, I'm going back where the girls are soon
where flicker love I never knew
I'm going back where the bullets fly
and stay on the the cows trail 'til I die."