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New Mexico

[Bob Nolan??]

     

Down in the state of New Mexico

Is a place that I long to be

It’s a little home that I call my own

Where a mother is waiting for me.

She’s the finest pal that a man ever had

And as true as stars above

Feeble and old but as pure as gold

And that’s the sweetheart that I love.

 

I can see there in that same old chair

Watching down the lane

For her wandering boy who’s her only joy

To come riding home again.

 

That’s why I long to go back to New Mexico

Where a man can be a man

To cook my meals on a chuckwagon fire

And boil my coffee in a can

I long to ride the ranges day after day

And to breathe the blooms of the sage

To sleep at nite under stars so bright

And draw a cowboy’s wage.

 

I want to feel the comfort of my boots and spurs

My chaps and my sombrero

I want to punch the cattle

Hear their hoofs and horns rattle

Down in New Mexico.

 

 

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    For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America