Random Cuts - Number 60
Posted by almax on March 9, 2008
After the ‘gunfighter ballad’ Dylan-style of number 59, I’ve got the taste for another - and this is, in fact, one of Bob’s favourites, one he played on his radio show in September 2006.
This is Marty Robbins (nee Martin Robinson) who was one of the most popular and successful American country and western singers of his era (late ’40s to late ’70s). For most of his nearly four decade career, Robbins was rarely far from the country music charts. Several of his songs also became pop hits.
He hit a golden seam with two albums in the late 50’s, the first being ‘Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs‘ and the second being imaginatively entitled ‘More Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs‘.
From the first of these albums comes the song featured here, which was the first ever country song to be awarded a Grammy, and it was also a no 1 hit on the pop charts (in fact the very first US no 1 of 1960).
This is Marty Robbins - El Paso
This song practically contains a script for an edition of Laramie or the Virginian
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa’s cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything’s gone in life; nothing is left.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death.
I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing’s worse than this
Pain in my heart.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa’s cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can’t let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa’s back door.
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I’m getting weary,
Unable to ride.
But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen,
Though I am weary I can’t stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
Posted in Random Cuts | 2 Comments »


