Dancehall "girl" Rosie Velez, lost in the desert, is helped to safety by gunman Abel Wood. In the town of Chili Verde, at the saloon of Marguerita Ventura, a word of a treasure in gold brings Abel into conflict with outlaw Hard Case Williams and his gang. Written by
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He Rode The West... The Girls Rode The Rest! Together They Ravaged The Land!
Did You Know?
I spy with my little eye something that begins with "C". Give up? CHILE VERDE!
Referenced in In Bad Taste
These Lips Were Made For Kissin'
Music & Lyrics by Karen Hart
Arranged & Conducted by Peter Matz
Performed by Divine See more