| (Joe Ely) | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| The night is cheap like a velvet painting | |
| The streets are wet but it ain't been raining | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| A mile of stars fell in the streets and shattered | |
| While the guitars played strung with six daggers | |
| Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary | |
| Where the mean streets meet the monastary | |
| Your ruby lips wet with Tequila | |
| Theres a neon frame around Pancho Villa | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| The switchblade streets in need of sweeping | |
| The Taxi waits the driver's sleeping | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| I'll turn you loose but never let you go | |
| When the summer's gone and the cold winds blow | |
| Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary | |
| Where the mean streets meet the monastary | |
| Your ruby lips wet with Tequila | |
| Theres a neon frame around Pancho Villa | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Five hundred miles I gotta go tomorrow | |
| And leave you here with your sweet sorrow | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Dame tu mano | |
| Their talk will sting in the morning light | |
| They're stringing me up this very night! |