I used to listen to a lot of western-ballad songs when I was growing up. This a modern interpretation of one of my favorites, a song called El Paso by Marty Robbins.
If you haven’t heard it give it a listen- It’s a beauty.
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso…
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Nighttime would find me in Skeeter’s Cantina,
The jukebox would play and Rosita would twirl.
Blue like the skies were the eyes of Rosita,
I found myself lost as they casted their spell.
My love was strong for this Mexican maiden,
I was in love but in vain I could tell.
One night a suited young man busted in, flashing a bright shiny badge…
Running with libation, he yelled “Immigration”,
And tackled Rosita, the girl that I loved.
So in anger I challenged his right to arrest the young maiden;
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat
The ICE agent lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Rosita cried at the deed I had done.
Many thoughts ran through my mind as I stood there;
As Rosita screamed I decided to run.
Out through the backdoor of Skeeter’s I ran, then drove away in the dark…
Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me,
Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart.