Testi:
Robbins Marty

In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone, There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown. You may look in vain for crosses

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl. Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina; Music would play and Felina would

I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico I was running dodging danger,left the girl that I loved so Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business no

I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time Out of a job, not earnin' a dime A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose You're a bronc fighter from

I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that'll cook three square And a bunk where

They call me a drifter, they say I'm no good I'll never amount to a thing Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good There's joy in this song that

When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother

and hear the music Wake up and hear the music play Wake up and hear the music Wake up and hear what the people say I heard the heavens sing Predicting Marty Robbins