Written by: Don Cook and Chick Rains
Performed by: Reba McEntire from The Last One to Know Album
Transcribed by: Jennifer Jameson ([email protected])
The ligh[C]ts of Laredo d[Cm7]ance on the water
And shin[F]e in a young mans ey[C]es.
He sta[C]nds on the border
And d[Cm7]reams of [Em]parad[F]ise.
Hes hea[C]rd crazy stories of [Cm7]how people live
Ove[F]r in the [Cm7]promise l[Dm]and.
He he[C]ard they [Cm7]eat three me[F]als a [C]day
[Am7]Just across the [G]Rio Gran[C]de.
Hes got a wife name Maria, a baby named Rose.
And another one to feed on the way.
Two willing hands
That couldnt find work today.
He stares at the river and curses the future
That he cant understand.
He knows the child would have a chance
Just across the Rio Grande.
Chorus
Its o[C]n - l[G]y a ri[C]ver
Thats n[F]ot so deep or wi[C]de.
A b[C]oy can throw a s[Am7]tone across
And r[F]each the other si[G]de.
Its j[C]ust some [G]muddy wa[C]ter
Cut[F]ting through the la[Dm]nd,
But a [C]man can [Cm7]make a dr[F]eam come t[C]rue
(Sometimes it seems like God must live)
[Am7]Just across the [G]Rio Gran[C]de.
The lights of Laredo dance on the water
And shine in a young mans eyes.
He stands on the border
And dreams of paradise.
Hes heard crazy stories of how good life is
Over in the promise land.
And sometimes it seems like God must live
Just across the Rio Grande.
Chorus
Performed by: Reba McEntire from The Last One to Know Album
Transcribed by: Jennifer Jameson ([email protected])
The ligh[C]ts of Laredo d[Cm7]ance on the water
And shin[F]e in a young mans ey[C]es.
He sta[C]nds on the border
And d[Cm7]reams of [Em]parad[F]ise.
Hes hea[C]rd crazy stories of [Cm7]how people live
Ove[F]r in the [Cm7]promise l[Dm]and.
He he[C]ard they [Cm7]eat three me[F]als a [C]day
[Am7]Just across the [G]Rio Gran[C]de.
Hes got a wife name Maria, a baby named Rose.
And another one to feed on the way.
Two willing hands
That couldnt find work today.
He stares at the river and curses the future
That he cant understand.
He knows the child would have a chance
Just across the Rio Grande.
Chorus
Its o[C]n - l[G]y a ri[C]ver
Thats n[F]ot so deep or wi[C]de.
A b[C]oy can throw a s[Am7]tone across
And r[F]each the other si[G]de.
Its j[C]ust some [G]muddy wa[C]ter
Cut[F]ting through the la[Dm]nd,
But a [C]man can [Cm7]make a dr[F]eam come t[C]rue
(Sometimes it seems like God must live)
[Am7]Just across the [G]Rio Gran[C]de.
The lights of Laredo dance on the water
And shine in a young mans eyes.
He stands on the border
And dreams of paradise.
Hes heard crazy stories of how good life is
Over in the promise land.
And sometimes it seems like God must live
Just across the Rio Grande.
Chorus
