| 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, 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 |