More Info North of the border of old Mexico I rode one day to the cow town of San Angelo
A hot sun was glowin' a warm wind was blowin'
Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss
Cheeks that would blush e'en red roses to shame
Lips that were fresher than flowers when kissed by the rain
Dark eyes that sparkled much brighter than diamonds
She was a beauty Secora was my lover's name
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
