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I was walking in a midnight market |
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Through the shanties outside Juarez |
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She had a flower in her hair and the band filled the air |
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As we danced on the day of the dead |
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She said boy don't you know I am Lola |
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And I belong to the local cartel |
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A tear filled her eye as she kissed me goodbye |
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And two federales they tossed me in jail |
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Tonight I'm in a Mexican prison |
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My cell mate is making a knife |
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Oh but all I can think of is her crying eyes |
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And how to make sweet Lola mine |
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Oh how to make sweet Lola mine |
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I had come there a backpack traveler |
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With two crazy Canadian friends |
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Billy and Jack yeah we go way back |
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But they laughed and they waved as my paddy wagon left |
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I thought well damn ya boys |
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I'll dream of Lola |
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And her big auburn innocent eyes |
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They can break all my fingers till none of them lingers |
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But I'll still make sweet Lola mine |
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Tonight I'm in a Mexican prison |
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My cell mate is making a knife |
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Oh but all I can think of is her crying eyes |
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And how to make sweet Lola mine |
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Oh how to make sweet Lola mine |
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My cell mate he drew a finger across his throat |
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I thought well this is the end |
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Aw but Billy and Jack they'd bought a burly little ass |
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And that donkey broke the bars from that cement |
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And on that donkey the three of us we fled |
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Tonight I'm breaking out of a prison |
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Yeah we're making a run for our lives |
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Oh but all I can think of is her crying eyes |
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And how to make sweet Lola mine |
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Oh tonight I make sweet Lola mine |
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If we can get out of Juarez alive |
