Sweet Lola

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

And two federales they tossed me in jail

Tonight I'm in a Mexican prison

My cell mate 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 ya boys, I'll dream of Lola

And her big auburn innocent eyes

They can break all my fingers till none of them lingers

But I'll still make sweet Lola mine

Tonight I'm in a Mexican prison

My cell mate 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 cell mate he drew a finger across his throat

I thought dear god this is the end

Aw but Billy and jack they'd bought a burly little ass

And that donkey broke the bars from that cement

And on that donkey the three of us we fled

Tonight I'm 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 make sweet Lola mine

If we can get out of Juarez alive