Utah Phillips sings a lovely one called The Town of Old Dolores, or some such thing. Tis one of my favorites.

OLD DOLORES
(Utah Phillips)

In the country down below where the little pinions grow
It's nearly always half a day to water
There stood a little town where the crick come tumblin' down
From the mesa where she surely hadn't oughta
The streets were bright with candle light, 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

Well things would kinda spin till the sun come up again
Like the back of some old yaller prairie wagon.
And show ya, dim and red, maybe half a hundred head
of our cattle ponies standin' rains a draggin.
The red mud walls, the waterfalls
The whole wide world before us
??? The town of old Dolores

Now the dance hall girls are pooled in the plaza in the cool.
It's there he used to meet her 'neath a willow
And sure sometimes a girl gives a fella's heart a whirl
When the same's been using saddle for a pillow
The wide eyed stars, the long cigars,
The drinks that Joe poured for us
if there's any little well, down within the gates of hell
You can be the boys have called her old Dolores