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Away out here they gotta name
For space and squall and kismet
The space is black, the kismet's Borath
And they call the squall Ortegas
Ortegas blows the stars around
And sends the nebulae a-flyin
Ortegas makes the cadets sound
Like folks were up there cryin'
Ortegas
Ortegas
They call the squall Ortegas
Before I knew Ortegas's name
I heard her snark and scheming
I had a girl and she had me
And the ship was always shining
But then one day I left my girl
I left her far behind me
And now I'm lost, so gol-durned lost
Not even God can find me
Ortegas
Ortegas
They call the squall Ortegas
Out here they gotta name for space
For kismet and squall only
But when you're lost and all alone
There ain't no word but lonely
And I'm a lost and lonely gal
Without a star to guide me
Ortegas, blow my love to me
I need my girl beside me
Ortegas
Ortegas
They call the squall Ortegas
Ortegas
Ortegas
Blow my love to me
#Mortegas!
With all due respect to “They Call the Wind Mariah,” from the musical 'Paint Your Wagon.'