Am


[Verse 1]
Am                  G             Am
It's a hundred and ten here in Lajitas
                    E
Piñatas on the promenade

Sunday best, painted faces
                    Am
Lining up for the Parade
Am                G           Am
Oh the river is down here in Lajitas
                               E
Steering down the banks of Mexico

Wondering if they'd even notice
                                            Am
If I slipped across and just kept drifting on


[Chorus]
C                     G              F
  It's the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas
                             E
Dirt still fresh under the stone
Am        G                  Am
Now our love's gone home to Jesus
Am                E             Am
You're wearing white in San Antone


[Verse 2]
Am           G            Am
Met an old vaquero from Nogales
                            E
Said that he once wore my shoes

I finally left him in some alley in Juárez
                                Am
Oh and he had nothing left to lose


[Chorus]
C                     G              F
  It's the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas
                             E
Dirt still fresh under the stone
Am        G                  Am
Now our love's gone home to Jesus
Am                E             Am
You're wearing white in San Antone


[Verse 3]
Am           G                 Am
Dreamed I heard the Mariachis singing
                              E
You and I were dancing toe to toe

Barefoot on the pale saltillo
                         Am
I woke up clinging to a ghost


[Chorus]
C                     G              F
  It's the Day of the Dead here in Lajitas
                             E
Dirt still fresh under the stone
Am         G                  Am
Now our love's gone home to Jesus
Am              E              Am
You're wearing white in San Antone
Am              G                 Am
Yeah now our love's gone home to Jesus
Am               E
You're wearing white
E                               Am
You're wearing white in San Antone