Sonora

As I rode down to Sonora
The sun was rising high above
There stood a pretty Senorita
She´d been widowed in the night

Buenas tardes, little gringo
You´re as good as anyone
I´ve got a bunch of kids to feed
Stranger, won´t you marry me

Estas muy guapa, Senorita
So I will try to settle down
But I´m not used to it, my darling
One day you might wake up alone