Testo Sweet Lola - Dean Brody
Testo della canzone Sweet Lola (Dean Brody), tratta dall'album Gypsy Road
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
Two federales, they tossed me in jail
Tonight I'm in a Mexican prison
My cellmate 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 you boys, I'll dream of Lola
And her big, awkward, innocent eyes
They can break all my fingers 'til none of them lingers
But I'll still make sweet Lola mine"
Tonight I'm in a Mexican prison
My cellmate 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 cellmate, he drew a finger across his throat
I thought, "Dear God, this is the end"
Oh, but Billy and Jack, they bought a burly little ass
And that donkey broke the bars from that cement
And with that donkey, the three of us, we fled
Tonight we're 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'll make sweet Lola mine
Oh, if we can get out of Juarez alive
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Writer(s): Dean Brody
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