A man rides for the border in early New Mexico territory to brace for a fight.

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This song was inspired by the history of southern New Mexico. It covers the desperate ride of a man to cross the border and await to face his pursuers.

Ridin’ hard toward old Mexico headed south for the Rio Grande Ten hard men ten miles behind me ten quick guns full of lead.

A hot dry wind leads me on to a land full of rock and sand Sun beating down upon my back, no time to rest my head.

Pony lathered, my thoughts can’t gather, no means to make a stand As I run from the Devil and the death he would level, Her words I hear over again:

Hasta la vista, via con Dios, Buena suerte, mi todo Corazón
Ride with the wind, keep your back to the sun
And return to me again.

Use the eyes of the Eagle, ears of the desert Hare, craft of cunning Coyote
Ride with the wind, keep your back to the sun
And return to me one day.

Up from the bosqúe, tracked through the malpais, and blinding gypsum sands My pony took water from springs in the grassland then we lit out for the border again.

Feeling the breath of that outlaw Diablo burning the back of my neck We skirted the mountains, due south for El Paso - saw the dust of the riders again.

I am no outlaw and I am no coward but one man can’t stand against ten So I ride for Juaréz, in my heart I go over The words my sweet woman said:

Hasta la vista, via con Dios, Buena suerte, mi todo Corazón
Ride with the wind, keep your back to the sun
And return to me again.

Use the eyes of the Eagle, ears of the desert Hare, craft of cunning Coyote
Ride with the wind, keep your back to the sun
And return to me one day.

We climbed from the water of the Mexican border as night tamed Hell’s heat of the day
Conchita’s Cantina lay a short ride before me so I pushed my mount onward again.

A man can’t stop runnin’ with men gunnin’ for him – desperado he’d be destined to stay
My woman’s hermanos, four skilled vaqueros, swore to stand with me in the fray.

Now I sit in the corner of this little cantina, watch the faces that ease through the door
A table before me, no light above it – a brace of pistols below


Waiting for Fate to deal his hand, ten riders to finally show I think of her face, those lovely lips And the words she last spoke:

Hasta la vista, via con Dios, Buena suerte, mi todo Corazón
Ride with the wind, keep your back to the sun
And return to me again.

Use the eyes of the Eagle, ears of the desert Hare, craft of cunning Coyote
Ride with the wind, keep your back to the sun
And return to me one day.