Evangelina
Hoyt AxtonVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
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 mans daughter, from Porta Pen~asco;
Evangelina, Old Mexico.
Theres a great hot desert, South of Mexicalli;
If you dont have water, youd better not go.
Tequilla wont get you, across that desert;
to Evangelina, in Old Mexico.
(CHORUS)
And the Fire I feel for the woman I love, Is driving me insane;
knowing shes waiting, and I cant get there.
God only knows that I rack my brain to try to find a way,
to reach that woman, in old Mexico.
And I met a kind man, he guarded the Border;
He said you dont need papers, Ill let you go.
I can tell that you love her, by the look in your eyes now;
Shes the rose of the desert, in old Mexico.
(CHORUS)
And the Fire I feel for the woman I love, Is driving me insane;
knowing shes waiting, and I cant get there.
God only knows that I rack my brain to try to find a way,
to reach that 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 mans daughter, from Porta Pen~asco;
South of the Border, in old Mexico.
Evangelina, I miss you so. I miss you so.
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Readable chord sheet for Evangelina by Hoyt Axton
A[G]nd I dream in the m[Em]orning, [D] that she brings me w[G]ater; [G]And I dream in the ev[A]ening, [A7] that she brings me w[D]ine. [D7] Just a poor mans dau[G]ghter, [C] from Porta Pen~[G]asco; Evange[D]lina, [D7] Old Mex[G]ico. [G]Theres a great hot de[Em]sert, [D] South of Mexi[G]calli; [G]If you dont have wa[A]ter, [A7] youd better not [D]go. [D7] Tequilla wont g[G]et you, [C] across that de[G]sert; to Evange[D]lina, [D7] in Old Mex[G]ico. (CHORUS) And the [F#m]Fire I feel for the [F]woman I love, Is d[C]riving me i[G]nsane; knowing shes wa[D]iting, [D7] and I cant get t[G]here. [F#m]God only knows that I r[F]ack my brain to [C]try to find a [G]way, to reach that wo[D]man, [D7] in old Mex[G]ico. [G]And I met a k[Em]ind man, [D] he guarded the B[G]order; [G]He said you dont need pa[A]pers, [A7] Ill let you [D]go. [D7] I can tell that you l[G]ove her, [C] by the look in your e[G]yes now; Shes the rose of the [D]desert, [D7] in old Mex[G]ico. (CHORUS) And the [F#m]Fire I feel for the w[F]oman I love, Is d[C]riving me in[G]sane; knowing shes w[D]aiting, [D7] and I cant get th[G]ere. [F#m]God only knows that I r[F]ack my brain to t[C]ry to find a [G]way, to reach that w[D]oman, [D7] in old Mex[G]ico. A[G]nd I dream in the m[Em]orning, [D] that she brings me w[G]ater; A[G]nd I dream in the e[A]vening, [A7] that she brings me w[D]ine. [D7] Just a poor mans da[G]ughter, [C] from Porta Pen~[G]asco; South of the B[D]order, [D7] in old Mex[G]ico. Evange[D]lina, [D7] I miss you [C]so. I miss you [G]so.