| In a border town when the lights go down
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| And the Ranchero Radio plays
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| You won’t find me around in the lights of the town
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| I’ll be out where the day meets the shade
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| I only came for a holiday to sit in the Mexican wind
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| I only came for the whiskey, but suddenly she walked in
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| She wore a dress made of lace
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| And the light on her face
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| I felt the room start to shake
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| It shook a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade…
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| I only came for the sun but I wound up with the moon and the stars
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| When her eyes met mine, the room filled with Spanish guitars
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| The kerosene in my blood
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| Came on like a flood
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| As I stood to take her away
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| To a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade…
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| On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
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| With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the Day of the Dead
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| I reached out in the dark
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| Put my hand on her heart
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| While the bows of the palm trees swayed
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| On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
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| I woke up in a sweat, my legs feeling too weak to stand
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| There’s a pain in my back and not a bit of grip in my hands
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| A flash of steel in the night
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| Left me no time to write
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| An epitaph to leave on my grave
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| The church bells rang on a Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
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| On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
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| With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the Day of the Dead
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| If you see Juan
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| Tell him I can’t come
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| I’ve got a previous engagement I’ve made
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| I’m On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade… |