Albuquerque You loved your Albuquerque The enchantment it fulfills From down along the Rio Up to the Northeast hills And the lofty Sandia Mountains With their watermelon hue But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you I could have stayed in Albuquerque I really think I could I can taste the chilies cooking Still smell the pinion wood I can hear the coyotes howling They’re calling to me too But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you The azure blue I see there Lights up the southern sky And all along the valley I smell the bread they fry The layout of its Old Town Where nothing there is new But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you