Day of the Dead

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's a hundred and ten here in Lajitas Piñatas on the promenade Sunday best, painted faces Linin' up for the parade [Verse 2] Oh, the river is down here in Lajitas Steerin' down the banks of Mexico Wonderin' if they'd even notice If I slipped across and just kept driftin' on [Chorus] It's the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas Dirt still fresh under the stone Now our love's gone home to Jesus You're wearin' white in San Antone [Verse 3] Met an old vaquero from Nogales Said that he once wore my shoes I finally left him in some alley in Juárez Oh, and he had nothin' left to lose [Chorus] It's the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas Dirt still fresh under the stone Now our love's gone home to Jesus You're wearin' white in San Antone [Verse 4] Dreamed I heard the Mariachis singin' You and I were dancin' toe-to-toe Barefoot on the pale saltillo I woke up clingin' to a ghost [Chorus] It's the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas Dirt still fresh under the stone Now our love's gone home to Jesus And you're wearin' white in San Antone Yeah, now our love's gone home to Jesus You're wearin' white You're wearin' white in San Antone