Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Day of the Dead , by - Wade Bowen. Song from the album Solid Ground, in the genre КантриRelease date: 08.02.2018
Record label: Bowen Sounds, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
Day of the Dead |
| 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 stone |
| Now our love’s gone home to Jesus |
| You’re wearing white in San Antone |
| Let him know about cattle |
| Met an old vaquero 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 stone |
| Now our love’s gone home to Jesus |
| You’re wearing white in San Antone |
| Dreamed I heard the Mariachis singing |
| You and 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 stone |
| 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 |