El Paso – Marty Robbins

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

Big Iron – Marty Robbins

Hardly spoke to folks around him didn’t have too much to say No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip for the stranger

Cool Water – Marty Robbins

Without the taste of water, cool water Old Dan and I with throats burned dry And souls that cry for water Cool, clear, water Keep a-movin, Dan, dontcha listen

The Little Green Valley – Marty Robbins

Where Morning Glory vines are twining ’round my door Oh, how I wish I were there again Down in the little green valley That’s where my homesick heart will

The Strawberry Roan – Marty Robbins

Out of a job, not earnin’ a dime A feller steps up and he said, “I suppose You’re a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes.” “You figures me

Running Gun – Marty Robbins

I was running dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned Twenty notches on my six

Billy The Kid – Marty Robbins

I’ll sing of some desperate deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico long long ago When a man’s only chance was his own forty-four. When Billy the

The Master’s Call – Marty Robbins

A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad I know it grieved them so

The Hanging Tree – Marty Robbins

And I brought with me a memory And I seem to hear the night wind cry, “Go hang your dreams on the hangin’ tree Your dreams of love that

Utah Carol – Marty Robbins

And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill Run in your ponies closer and I’ll tell to you my tale Of Utah Carol my partner

They’re Hanging Me Tonight – Marty Robbins

Was on a rainy night like this that Flo said we were through. I told her how I loved her, and I begged her not to go But another

Saddle Tramp – Marty Robbins

I’ll never amount to a thing Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good There’s joy in this song that I sing. Saddle tramp, saddle

A Hundred And Sixty Acres – Marty Robbins

Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that’ll cook three square And a bunk where I can lay me down to rest.