El Paso Fino
Oh, I'm at my window
Yearning for anyone or anywhere
My kitchen curtained by the moon's glow,
Laced by memories, that once reclined there
There's a lullaby upon the Guadalupe Mountains,
And the Pecos wishes it lorded over Judgement Day
Wanderlust is for passing, my passages I have accounted,
So promise me you won't be lead astray
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Like an old Polaroid, of some sweet and faded daydream,
I remember when Daddy and Momma, brought me to the farm,
Daddy said; "This foal son, we're entrusting to your keeping."
"Life's a rough ride." Said Momma; "But a Paso Fino can walk upon any harm."
The young cowboys ride Quarterhorses and Mustangs,
And the old cowboys like their Morgans and Painted Pintos
As for me, I'll saddle the velvet of which Momma sang
Both atop and through to El Paso Fino
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The name I gave was Vida, because to live life is our goal
To ride old Vida, was to slide on butterscotch
His coat both dull and shiny, like soot powdered polished coal,
And the poise of his stride, like hickory-barreled scotch
Chin speckled gray, nose Roman and curved,
His worrisome eyes glancing, their stare keen and steeled
And the wind in his mane, has sayings disturbed,
But even when we're apart, his beating heart I always feel
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Well El Paso, are prayers with you are mingled,
Beyond which smell the yucca flowers I intended to pick for thee
Your streets are walked El Paso, and Vida and my years perhaps singled,
And I hope when I look back at your lights, my true love I will see
The whites in the snowfields have their willful leave,
But my true love's smile will burn away the night
There'll be winds in the mane that paw, strain, and heave,
But Vida's Paso Fino footfalls are as soft as my true love's delight
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Where on and through El Paso Fino,
And I promise we'll see you soon
Whether we have to ride as far as Bakersfield or Reno,
Or I have to enterprise my sails into the light of the moon
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