Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweet Lola, artist - Dean Brody.
Date of issue: 20.04.2015
Song language: English
Sweet Lola |
I was walking in a midnight market |
Through the shanties outside Juarez |
She had a flower in her hair and the band filled the air |
As we danced on the day of the dead |
She said boy don’t you know I am Lola |
And I belong to the local cartel |
A tear filled her eye as she kissed me goodbye |
And two federales they tossed me in jail |
Tonight I’m in a Mexican prison |
My cell mate is making a knife |
Oh but all I can think of is her crying eyes |
And how to make sweet Lola mine |
Oh how to make sweet Lola mine |
I had come there a backpack traveler |
With two crazy Canadian friends |
Billy and Jack, yeah we go way back |
But they laughed and they waved as my paddy wagon left |
I thought well damn ya boys, I’ll dream of Lola |
And her big auburn innocent eyes |
They can break all my fingers till none of them lingers |
But I’ll still make sweet Lola mine |
Tonight I’m in a Mexican prison |
My cell mate is making a knife |
Oh but all I can think of is her crying eyes |
And how to make sweet Lola mine |
Oh how to make sweet Lola mine |
My cell mate he drew a finger across his throat |
I thought well this is the end |
Aw but Billy and jack they’d bought a burly little ass |
And that donkey broke the bars from that cement |
And on that donkey the three of us we fled |
Tonight I’m breaking out of a prison |
Yeah we’re making a run for our lives |
Oh but all I can think of is her crying eyes |
And how to make sweet Lola mine |
Oh tonight I make sweet Lola mine |
If we can get out of Juarez alive |