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[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
