
About The Song
“El Paso” is a western ballad written and recorded by Marty Robbins and first released on his album Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs in September 1959; Columbia issued the song as a single in October 1959. The recording quickly became Robbins’s best-known performance and is widely regarded as a landmark country-western narrative song from the late 1950s.
The track was recorded in a single set of sessions in Nashville on April 7, 1959, produced by Don Law. Session musicians and studio touches—most notably Grady Martin’s Spanish-flavored guitar work and the vocal harmonies supporting Robbins—helped give the song its distinctive Tex-Mex inflection and cinematic feel that set it apart from contemporary country singles.
Lyrically, “El Paso” is a tightly told first-person story. The narrator recounts falling for a dancer named Feleena at Rosa’s Cantina, committing a jealous killing in a gunfight, fleeing town, and then returning despite knowing the danger—only to be shot and die in Feleena’s arms. Robbins uses plain, image-driven lines and a shift in verbal tense to heighten the drama and to compress a full narrative into a single ballad.
The single enjoyed major commercial success on both country and pop radio. After its October release it rose into national charts and became one of the first major No. 1 country-to-pop crossovers of the era, reaching the top of popular listings as the 1960s began. The recording’s industry recognition included Grammy Award honors the following year and, decades later, induction into the Grammy Hall of Fame.
“El Paso” anchors the album Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs, which itself proved commercially successful and influential. The LP reached high positions on pop album charts, sold strongly over time, and helped establish Robbins as an interpreter of long-form narrative songs. The song’s popularity also prompted Robbins to expand the story in later recordings and to reference the El Paso storyline again in his catalog.
Musically the piece stands out for its narrative pacing and atmosphere more than for virtuosic soloing: restrained rhythmic backing and recurring melodic phrases create the feeling of a short dramatic film. The Spanish-tinged guitar lines and spare, echoing production support the lyric’s mood of longing, guilt and doomed romanticism, making the record feel cinematic and timeless in its storytelling approach.
Over time “El Paso” has remained central to Marty Robbins’s legacy. It inspired sequels and related recordings by Robbins, has been covered by other artists across genres, and continues to appear on classic-country anthologies and archival collections. Its combination of clear storytelling, memorable hook and evocative production explains why the song endures as a standard of narrative country music.
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Lyric
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell
One night, a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
So in anger
I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment, I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run
Up on its back and away I did ride
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso, my life would be worthless
Everything’s gone in life, nothing is left
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow, a bullet may find me
Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here I am on the hill, overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa’s cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa’s back door
Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying to stay in the saddle
I’m getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen
Though I am weary, I can’t stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for
One little kiss and Felina, goodbye