| C | Am | |
| I guess she put her blue dress on, and | walked out late last night |
| C | Am | |
| Left one silk stocking, dangling | from the bedside light |
| Dm | F | |
| I sobered up and called her name, | just before the dawn |
| Dm | F | |
| I saw her footprints in the sand, and | knew that she had gone |
| C | Dm | F | |
| Down the Rio | Grande |
| I pulled out of Albuquerque, prayin' I wasn't late |
| I got a couple cups of coffee, at some joint off the interstate |
| Passin' through Las Cruces, I swear I saw her car |
| She always said she'd go someday, but never said how far |
| Down the Rio Grande |
| Chorus |
| Dm | G | C | Am | |
| Maybe she's in | Brownsville, she's | got some family | there |
| Dm | G | C | Am | |
| She was always | talkin' bout, the | salty Gulf Coast | air |
| Dm | F | C | Dm | F | |
| Where the river ends, | down the Rio | Grande |
| I saw an old grey heron, flyin' south against the wind |
| Storm clouds over Juarez, rollin' east to the Big Bend |
| I drove down Highway Ninety, through a dusty desert wind |
| I didn't know where it would lead me, or if I'd find her again |
| Down the Rio Grande |
| I lit my last cigarette, as the sky began to clear |
| Black mountains up ahead, a red sundown in my mirror |
| Lost all the border, tween the future and the past |
| One fading slowly, and the other comin' fast |
| Down the Rio Grande |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I bought a bottle in Del Rio, and I parked on the side of the road |
| I stayed up all night, starin' at the lights of Mexico |
| And I walked down to border bridge, at the break of day |
| And I threw that empty bottle off, and I watched it float away |
| Down the Rio Grande |
| Repeat Chorus Where the river ends |
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