The mirage of Del Rio, it was burning in his eyesAnd sleep had escaped him, too consumed by his prideLike the lonesome and high country, he was lost in a hazeAnd the thoughts of what he'd do, if he unloaded all his rageThe man from WacoThe city was almost silent as he passed the humming signsOn the corner he heard laughter, made him afraid of what he'd findHe pushed through the door, hypnotized by a soundJust then tears overcame him and his heart began to drownThe man from WacoIt was there that he shot her, while the lovers were embracedWith the bullet he intended for the man who took his placeHe cried through the night as he made his escapeBut the rain that was falling could not wash away his shameThe man from WacoOn the banks of the Brazos where the desert willow growsThe clear shallow water just won't say all it knowsA moment of burning anger can curse the living through the daysYou can let that river take you but you will never get awayThe man from Waco
