On a winter night in webb county, texas

On the north bank of the mighty rio grande

I was watching the jungle fires a-burnin'

Across the border of a not-so-distant land.

And the echoes of the church bells that were swingin'

Could be heard from guadalupe market square

There was a girl down there in the south side of the river

She had feathers tied into her long black hair.

And if I was I was white-crowned sparrow

Well I would float upon the southern skies of blue

But I'm stuck inside the wheels of laredo

Wishing I was rolling back to you.

I put on my favorite jacket for jamboozie

I painted up my eyes and wore my beads

There was a band playing "to god be the glory"

There were people dancing all around the street.

There were barrels on the sidewalk that were burning

And a fortune-teller readin' people's hands

And I swear, I heard those church bells ringing

'cross the border of a not-so-distant land.

Singing, if I was white-crowned sparrow

Well I would float upon the southern skies of blue

But I'm stuck inside the wheels of laredo

Wishing I was rolling back to you.

If I was white-crowned sparrow

Well I would float upon the southern skies of blue

But I'm stuck inside the wheels of laredo

Wishing I was rolling back to you.

I'm stuck inside the wheels of laredo

Wishing I was rolling back to you

Wish I was rolling back, back to you

Wish I was rolling back to you

Wish I was rolling back to you.