by Hoyt Axton and K Higginbotham



I dream in the morning

That she brings me water

And I dream in evening

That she brings me wine

Just a poor man's daughter

From Puerto Penasco

Evangelina in old Mexico



There's a great hot desert

South of Mexicali

And if you don't have water

Then you better not go

Tequila won't get you

Across the desert

To Evangelina in old Mexico



And the fire I feel for the

Woman I love

Is driving me insane

Knowing she's waiting

And I just can't get there

Lord only knows that I've

Racked my brain

To try and find a way

To see that woman in old Mexico



I met a kind man

Who guarded the border

He said you don't have papers

But I'll let you go

I can tell that you love her

By the look in your eyes now

She's the rose of the desert

In old Mexico



And the fire I feel for the

Woman I love

Is driving me insane

Knowing she's waiting

And I just can't get there

Lord only knows that I've

Racked my brain

To try and find a way

To see tht woman in old Mexico



And I dream in the morning

That she brings me water

And I dream in the evening

That she brings me wine

Just a poor man's daughter

From Puerto Penasco

Evangelina in old Mexico



There's a great hot desert

South of Mexicali

And if you don't have water

Then you better not go

Tequila won't get you

Across the desert

To Evangelina in old Mexico



She's the rose of the desert

In old Mexico