And I dream in the morning

That she brings me water.

And I dream in the evening

That she brings me wine.

Just a poor man's daughter

>From Puerta Pinasco.

EVANGELINA in old Mexico.

There's a great hot desert

Down in Mexicali.

And if you don't have water

Boy, you'd better not go.

Tequila won't get you

Across that desert.

To EVANGELINA, in old Mexico

CHORUS

And the fire I feel for the woman I love

Is drivin' me insane.

Knowin' she's waitin',

And I can't get there.

God only knows that I wracked my brain

To try and find a way

To reach that woman

In old Mexico.

And I met a kind man

He guarded the border

He said, "You don't need papers,

I'll let you go,

I can tell that you love her

By the look in your eyes, now".

She's the rose of the desert

In old Mexico

Repeat Chorus

And I dream in the morning

That she brings me water

And I dream in the evening

That she brings me wine.

Just a poor man's daughter

>From Puerta Pinasco.

South of the border

In old Mexico

Evangelina,I miss you so.

I miss you so.