Day of the Dead Wade Bowen

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[Verse 1]
It's a hundred and ten here in Lajitas
Piñatas on the promenade
Sunday best, painted faces
Linin' up for the parade

[Verse 2]
Oh, the river is down here in Lajitas
Steerin' down the banks of Mexico
Wonderin' if they'd even notice
If I slipped across and just kept driftin' on

[Chorus]
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 wearin' white in San Antone

[Verse 3]
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 nothin' left to lose

[Chorus]
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 wearin' white in San Antone