I'm going down
to some blue border town
where the rancher radios play.
My life is a jangle with too many tangles.
I know that I must get away.
My past is behind me.
I can't let them find me.
I know that I must get away.
Where cheap Christmas lights shine all day and night.
That's where I'm headed,
out where the day meets the shade.
I only came for a holiday to sit in the Mexican wind.
I only came for the whiskey,
but suddenly she walks in.
She wore a dress made of lace,
and a light on her face.
I felt the room start to shake
on a black Spanish love
scene behind the
bamboo shade.
I only came with the sun,
wound up with the moon and stars.
When her eyes met mine,
a room filled with Spanish guitars.
The kerosene in my blood came on like
a flood as I stood to take her away.
To a black Spanish love scene
behind the bamboo shade.
On a black Spanish love scene behind the bamboo shade.
With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the death of day.
I reached out in the dark,
put my hand on her heart.
When the bells of the palm trees sway.
To a black Spanish love scene
behind the bamboo shade.
I woke up in a sweat,
legs feeling too weak to stand.
There's a pain in my back,
not a bit of grip in my hands.
A flash of steel in the night,
left me no time to write.
And I've been tapped to leave my grave.
The church bells ring on a love scene behind the bamboo shade.
On a black Spanish love scene behind the bamboo shade.
With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the death of day.
I reached out in the dark,
put my hand on her heart.
When the bells of the palm trees sway.
To a black Spanish love scene behind the bamboo shade.
On a black Spanish love scene
behind the bamboo shade.