Hoyt Axton - Evangelina

A^Gnd I dream in the m^Emorning, ^D that she brings me w^Gater; ^GAnd I dream in the ev^Aening, ^A7 that she brings me w^Dine. ^D7 Just a poor man’s d^Gaughter,^C from Porta Pe^Gn~asco; Evange^Dlina, ^D7 Old Mex^Gico.

^GThere’s a great hot ^Emdesert, ^D South of Me^Gxicalli; ^GIf you don’t have ^Awater, ^A7 you’d better ^Dnot g^D7o. Tequilla won’t^G get you,^C across that ^Gdesert; to Evange^Dlina, ^D7 in Old Mex^Gico.

And the ^F#mFire I feel for the ^Fwoman I love, Is d^Criving me i^Gnsane; knowing she’s ^Dwaiting^D7, and I can’t g^Get there. ^F#mGod only knows that I r^Fack my brain to ^Ctry to find a ^Gway, to reach that wo^Dman, ^D7 in old Mex^Gico.

^GAnd I met a k^Emind man, ^D he guarded the B^Gorder; ^GHe said you don’t need ^Apapers, ^A7 I’ll let ^Dyou g^D7o. I can tell that you l^Gove her, ^C by the look in your e^Gyes now; She’s the rose of th^De desert^D7, in old M^Gexico.

And the ^F#mFire I feel for the w^Foman I love, Is d^Criving me in^Gsane; knowing she’s^D waiting,^D7 and I can’t ge^Gt there. ^F#mGod only knows that I r^Fack my brain to t^Cry to find a ^Gway, to reach that w^Doman, ^D7 in old Mex^Gico.

A^Gnd I dream in the m^Emorning, ^D that she brings me w^Gater; A^Gnd I dream in the e^Avening, ^A7 that she brings me w^Dine. ^D7 Just a poor man’s ^Gdaughter,^C from Porta Pe^Gn~asco; South of the B^Dorder, ^D7 in old Mex^Gico. Evange^Dlina, ^D7 I miss you ^Cso. I miss you ^Gso.