Day of the Dead

[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