The Man From Guadalajara

The sun weaves its way across the Mexican sky
Fields of blue agave stretch for miles
She waits by the roadside, with a tear in her eye
She waits without shame, without guile
In her mind she sees his face and it brings her a chill
She longs for the feel of his hands around her waist
But years have gone by and blood has been spilled
How many others have felt his embrace?

Plumes of smoke rise from a distant volcano
She wonders if this might not be a sign
The stormy season’s near, and the mescal is in bloom
Up on the hill, cathedral bells chime
Far away, she can feel him, far away but so close
She remembers Manzanillo and the scent of the sea
After that only darkness, as the thunderclouds arrive
And lightning splinters a frangipani tree

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He was born in the town on the high plateau
He was born in that town so long ago
And when he returns he wants us all to know
He’ll take Angelita away

A bone knife carved from a mastodon’s tusk
Explodes through the heart of a man
Then he etches her name in the flesh of the dead man’s back
And wipes the blood from his hands
And the coyotes wail as he rides through the night
The pounding resumes in his brain
Angelita, I’m coming, I will soon make this right
Soon you’ll be mine again

Chorus