Cities Made of Gold

I was headed west through El Paso
 I'd broke down by the side of the road
 Guitar, a smoking car, and an empty bottle
 The sun was sinking through the blowing dust
 A truck passed by, then backed up
 She said, "Tough luck. Do you want a ride?"
 Searching for El Dorado
 The days were hot, the desert nights were cold
 A modern day Coronado
 Looking for cities made of gold
 She held the gun while I watched the door
 The bank teller laid on the floor
 We cleaned out the cash from seven highway towns
 Midnight driving with the devil's moon
 We'd drink champagne in our hotel room
 Making stacks of money, then we'd knock 'em down
 Searching for El Dorado
 The days were hot, the desert nights were cold
 A modern day Coronado
 Looking for cities made of gold
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 I woke up in the morning, she was gone
 I heard the breaking news, she left the TV on
 No description of her, but I saw my face on the screen
 She took the money, she's on the run
 She left the truck and the stolen gun
 I remembered her words, "Tough luck. Do you want a ride?"
 Searching for El Dorado
 The days were hot, the desert nights were cold
 A modern day Coronado
 Looking for cities made of gold
 She's still looking
 For cities made of gold