I've been pinin' twenty years

      for a girl I barely met,

Tryin' to forget that awesome smile,

      but ain't had much luck yet.

It was Wyomin' blue, we were twelve

      her folk's car needed repair.

Brown eyes captured my little boy heart,

      Somethin' about her long dark hair.

They drove away that same afternoon,

      the memory still clings to my mind.

Juanita lives in my heart even yet,

      the one I'm still hopin' to find.

Have you seen my Juanita?

      She lives in a Rio Grande town.

The Mark of God below her ear,

      thick raven hair flowin' down.

Brown skin girls named Juanita

      are the only ones that I date.

But none measure up to her image,

      so over the decades I wait.

I drive other cowboys crazy,

      an idiot obsession, they say.

But Laramie sticks right beside me.

      He, too, will burn out some day.

We rolled to south Texas, early summer,

      to scout for girls purdy and true.

Grillin' ever' one named Juanita,

      never findin' the slightest of clue.

Have you seen my Juanita?

She lives in a Rio Grande town.

The Mark of God below her ear,

      thick raven hair flowin' down.

We didn't find her in Mexico,

      or rodeos north of the border.

Nor Jose's Git&Go at mid-night,

      where ever'thin' got out of order.

It's not as if we struck out.

Several were nice and handsome.

The drive for Juanita wouldn't let go,

      like a terrorist demandin' a ransom.

A turnin' point came in Del Rio,

      another along the Big Bend.

Then we headed north at El Paso.

      At Creede it all had to end.

Have you seen my Juanita?

      She lives in a Rio Grande town.

The Mark of God below her ear,

      thick raven hair flowin' down.

Laramie found a real beauty,

      a nurse to heal all his past.

I commenced to ponder Rosa,

      wonderin' if this feelin' would last.

She had ever'thin' my heart desired,

      except she wasn't the one

That danced in my dreams for 18 years

      warmin' my soul like July sun.

At last when I made my decision,

      I found I was one day too late.

In a cabin at the base of the San Juans, 

      I finally uncovered my fate.

Have you seen my Juanita?

      She lives in a Rio Grande town.

The Mark of God below her ear,

      thick raven hair flowin' down.