I met a dark-haired girl
In a blue cotton dress
She had a pair of old work boots on

And I asked her her name
And she told me and laughed
But my friends call me Cimarron

For it means that I live in the mountains
And I’m gonna go back there soon
For I need to be high and out of the city
To be closer to the moon

Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I hope you find your way home

She finished at ten but we sat at the bar
Drinking cola and long-necked beers
Two lost souls in harmony
Everything was clear

We walked in silence to my old red Ford
And we ran deep into the hills
Looked out over the lights of the city
At the night so clear and still
Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I hope you find your way home
Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I know where you belong

That was where I woke alone
With the birds of the first light
Sometimes I still drive up there
In the lonely time of night

Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I hope you find your way home
Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I know where you belong

Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I hope you find your way home
Cimarron, Cimarron, Cimarron
I know where you belong