Adios, my friends, we're leavin' El Paso The Rio Grande's gone bone dry and all the stories have been told We're heading up north now, up the Jornada del Muerto On the trail of the conquistadores, towards the Santa Fe sun Say goodbye to the Mexican ladies at The H and H Car Wash Cafe Ah! The huevos rancheros and the red enchilada plate Where a mountain lion walked in one day, thirsty for water, they say And the cops took him down, inside the car wash front gates Remember that old cowboy song about Rosa's Cantina? Around the jukebox at Rosa's, we sang it loud and we sang it long Staring up at Mt. Cristo Rey where the cowboy rode down to his fate To die in the arms of Felina, man, that was a helluva song! And the old Kentucky Bar in Juarez, where the Margarita was invented The taste of fresh-cut limes mixed with the perfume of Marilyn Monroe Up the street from The Lobby Cafe, Where my friend Tommy Gabriel used to play On the same stage as Sinatra and the great Nat King Cole