Listen, shh Listen, there, it's playing again Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire Are sung by the haunted wind
Down in Nualo, Laredo On the border of ol' Mexico There's a legend they tell of a cowboy A tall Texas drover named Joe
But the Braseros just call him Gringo The Gringo who played the guitar To the Mexican girl that he loved so 'Neath the misty Mexico star
Listen, shh Listen, there, it's playing again Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire Are sung by the haunted wind
He sang of the day when they'd marry When the round-up was over an' through And great were the plans for their wedding And for dreams they dreamed would come true
But he never came back from the round-up A stampeding herd ran him down But, sometimes, strange and beautiful music Of a guitar is heard through the town
Listen, shh Listen, there, it's playing again Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire Are sung by the haunted wind