Am [Verse 1]Am G Am It's a hundred and ten here in LajitasE Piñatas on the promenade Sunday best, painted facesAm Lining up for the ParadeAm G Am Oh the river is down here in LajitasE Steering down the banks of Mexico Wondering if they'd even noticeAm If I slipped across and just kept drifting on [Chorus]C G F It's the Day of the Dead here in LajitasE Dirt still fresh under the stoneAm G Am Now our love's gone home to JesusAm E Am You're wearing white in San Antone [Verse 2]Am G Am Met an old vaquero from NogalesE Said that he once wore my shoes I finally left him in some alley in JuárezAm Oh and he had nothing left to lose [Chorus]C G F It's the Day of the Dead here in LajitasE Dirt still fresh under the stoneAm G Am Now our love's gone home to JesusAm E Am You're wearing white in San Antone [Verse 3]Am G Am Dreamed I heard the Mariachis singingE You and I were dancing toe to toe Barefoot on the pale saltilloAm I woke up clinging to a ghost [Chorus]C G F It's the Day of the Dead here in LajitasE Dirt still fresh under the stoneAm G Am Now our love's gone home to JesusAm E Am You're wearing white in San AntoneAm G Am Yeah now our love's gone home to JesusAm E You're wearing whiteE Am You're wearing white in San Antone
Day Of The Dead
Wade Bowen
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