I don't know if Patty Clink used the same 2005 Katie Lee recording that I used, but we have some differences. Here's what I hear.
(James Grafton Rogers)
(as sung by Katie Lee, 2005)
In the country down below where the little piñons grow,
And it's nearly always half a day to water.
There used to stand a town where a creek come tumbling down
From the mesa where she surely hadn't oughter.
Her streets was bright with candlelight;
And the whole town joined the chorus;
And every man in sight let his cattle drift at night,
Just to mosey to the town of old Dolores.
Then things'd sorta spin until that sun come up again,
Like the back of some old yellow prairie wagon,
And it'd show you dim and red maybe half a hundred head
Of our saddle ponies standing reins a-draggin'.
The red mud walls, the waterfalls,
And the whole wide world before us;
But the 'dobe walls are gone, and the goat bells in the dawn
Ain't a-jingling in the streets of old Dolores.
All the strings of peppers hung on the vegas (?) in the sun,
Blazin' red as some young puncher's new bandana;
And the scented smoke that came from the piñon wood aflame
Smelt like incense to Our Lady of Mañana.
The clinkin' chips, and the scarlet lips,
and the drinks Ramon poured for us,
But the friendly lights are dark, and the coyote's lonesome bark,
Is the only music now in old Dolores.
All the greaser girls would fool around the plaza in the cool,
And there's one I used to meet her by a willow;
But I reckon any girl'd give a feller's heart a whirl
When he's only had his saddle fer a piller.
The wide-eyed stars, and the sweet guitars,
The drink Ramon poured for us..
If there's any little well down inside the gates of hell,
I know the boys have named her old Dolores.
Katie Lee says that James Grafton Rogers was Assistant Secretary of State during the Hoover Administration