EVANGELINA
Hoyt Axton 1975
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 man?s dau[G]ghter, [C] from Porta Pen~[G]asco;
Evange[D]lina, [D7] Old Mex[G]ico.
[G]There?s a great hot de[Em]sert, [D] South of Mexi[G]calli;
[G]If you don?t have wa[A]ter, [A7] you?d better not [D]go.[D7]
Tequilla won?t 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 she?s wa[D]iting, [D7] and I can?t 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 don?t need pa[A]pers, [A7] I?ll let you [D]go.[D7]
I can tell that you l[G]ove her, [C] by the look in your e[G]yes now;
She?s 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 she?s w[D]aiting, [D7] and I can?t 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 man?s 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.
Hoyt Axton 1975
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 man?s dau[G]ghter, [C] from Porta Pen~[G]asco;
Evange[D]lina, [D7] Old Mex[G]ico.
[G]There?s a great hot de[Em]sert, [D] South of Mexi[G]calli;
[G]If you don?t have wa[A]ter, [A7] you?d better not [D]go.[D7]
Tequilla won?t 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 she?s wa[D]iting, [D7] and I can?t 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 don?t need pa[A]pers, [A7] I?ll let you [D]go.[D7]
I can tell that you l[G]ove her, [C] by the look in your e[G]yes now;
She?s 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 she?s w[D]aiting, [D7] and I can?t 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 man?s 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.
