In a little cantina by the river in San Antone
Walked in the only seniorita who could offer this heart a home
I had prayed for respite

When I thought it would not come at all
She took my hand and asked if I was alone
Somehow tequila proceeded before my eyes open

And my mind was blown again

To a little cafe between Lake Mead and the Altar run

Dusty circles we spun in the new Neon
With your hand in mine
I'm free of this time

She took my name before the desert sun
Somehow tequila proceeded before my eyes open
And my mind was blown again


RED dust
RED dust

RED dust

In a little bodega I made her when the water rushed her to my door

A white cotton dress was all she wore
I had prayed for respite
When I thought it would not come at all

She came took my love and gave me more
Soon the blossom proceeded to open
And my mind was blown again