in old mexico i stand on the square in matamoros round a plazza the couples were walking to music so sweet i ve found my love not too long ago in matamoros but i m feeling low as the beggar who sits in the street all the promises that she made me with eyes black as midnight how could i know how fickle her promise would be now i m back to find for i feel is mine in matamoros and there ll be bad trouble if i catch her cheating on me streets re narrow and dark and tequilla runs free in matamoros i stopped for one moment outside at maguel s swinging doors my heart breaks to hear the same haunting sounds of granada she once called it our song and vowed should be mine evermore then across the square went this wild young bracero i see her laughing and dancing and tossing her raven black hair they d may take a hand when i face this man from matamoros for the love of my woman is one thing that i ll never share now i walk in the night far away from the lights of matamoros and recall the last moments when i knew she loved me more than life i can still hear her cry i love you and i ll prove it manana then seeing my danger she jumped in front of his knife i know the stories they ll tell in dimly casinos of the raven haired beauty who for her love laid dead on the floor they ll speak of the fight with the gringo that night in matamoros and wonder what happened for he never returned anymore oh oh hoo