Mexican border ballad to a beguine beat. There are so many reasons the boy and girl in a song can't get together. In Roswell, NM, there's yet another.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
The moon was on the rise—I was on the run
Puttin’ some distance between me and something I shoulda done
It was just midnight, and the stars were bright
I was all alone.
And the sign said welcome, boy, to Roswell, New Mexico.
First I thought it was a plane, but movin’ way too fast
‘Til it filled the sky and it hovered right over my head at last.
When I looked around, I had left the ground,
I was standing in the glow
Of the most beautiful girl in Roswell, New Mexico.
She had a light bulb head and I swear to God it was glowing.
And right where you’d think her stomach would be,
She had three long pincers growing.
She was easy ten foot six, and built just like a broom
And all of her eyes stared a hole in my soul as she flowed through the room.
She started to sway, her skin of gray
Gave a neon beer sign glow.
And I danced and I danced with the belle of Roswell, New Mexico.
She didn’t have a mouth—she didn’t have and ear
But her cosmic music of ce-lestial loving was all I could hear.
From under her robe she pulled a probe
And she worked me over slow.
And that’s when I fell in love in Roswell, New Mexico.
Now it’s 3 a.m..—I’m back, and my truck won’t start.
The sky once again is as empty and cold as what’s left of my heart.
She’s gone so far, beyond the stars
And I’m all alone.
But last night I fell in love with a beauty from up above,
Last night I fell in love in Roswell, New Mexico
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