Mexican Sun

I rode into your one-horse town
In a time of ages dark
Past widows' windows, so dark with fears
I believe my dogs refused to bark
Past clap-board walls so paper thin
You could see where the shadows all had run
To escape from the heat, of that noon-day beat
That comes down from the Mexican Sun

Into the heart of your velvet room
With the Singapore string doorways
Past all those cringing Indians soaking there in rye
Holding on to mescalito pains
Your voice it sounded so round and sweet
And caressed me till I felt the shivers run
Saying thеre's none herе to fight, relax and take respite
I'll warm your frozen body with my tongue

Ah wich way I cried and heard you sigh
My friend which ever way you turn
The I saw your silhouette, come gliding round the bed
In an open silken dressing gown
I'd gladly stay here for one quite so sweet
Come here babe and I'll throw down my gun
To that tequila numbing and those guitars a-thrumbing
I'll surrender to the Mexican Sun

Oh holy ghostly phantom town
Your mirage the grew dark
And the siren voice I heard singing sweet
Turned to a fox's bark
And the clap-board walls collapsed within
To the sound of the locusts hum
And that noon-day beat came with the white-hot heat
And came down from the Mexican Sun