Frank Sinatra
They Came to Cordura
They came to Cordura, they came to Cordura
In search of destiny as wand'rers have always gone
And there in Cordura, somewhere in Cordura, the hand of destiny awaited a certain one
Bring your hopes and dreams to Cordura, only if they dwell deep in your heart
For the old men say, on each chosen day in Cordura
They will bless your dreams or tear them apart
They came to Cordura, they came to Cordura, and soon they're gone like all the rest
But for him whose dream was blessed in Cordura, I found my love in Cordura