Wade Bowen - Day Of The Dead lyrics

It’s a hundred and ten here in Lajitas Piñatas on the promenade Sunday best, painted faces Lining up for the Parade Oh the river is down here in Lajitas Steering down the banks of Mexico Wondering if they’d even notice If I slipped across and just kept drifting on It’s the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas Dirt still fresh under the storm Now our love’s gone home to Jesus You’re wearing white in San Antone Let him know about cattle from Nogales Said that he once wore my shoes I finally left him in some alley in Juárez Oh and he had nothing left to lose It’s the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas Dirt still fresh under the storm Now our love’s gone home to Jesus You’re wearing white in San Antone Dreamed I heard the Mariachis singing Even I were dancing toe to toe Barefoot on the [?] I woke up clinging to a ghost It’s the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas Dirt still fresh under the storm Now our love’s gone home to Jesus You’re wearing white in San Antone Yeah now our love’s gone home to Jesus You’re wearing white You’re wearing white in San Antone