Dean Brody - Sweet Lola Lyrics
I was walking in a midnight marketThrough the shanties outside JuarezShe had a flower in her hair and the band filled the airAs we danced on the day of the deadShe said boy don't you know I am LolaAnd I belong to the local cartelA tear filled her eye as she kissed me goodbyeAnd two federales they tossed me in jailTonight I'm in a Mexican prisonMy cell mate is making a knifeOh but all I can think of is her crying eyesAnd how to make sweet Lola mineOh how to make sweet Lola mineI had come there a backpack travelerWith two crazy Canadian friendsBilly and jack, yeah we go way backBut they laughed and they waved as my paddy wagon leftI thought well damn ya boys, I'll dream of LolaAnd her big auburn innocent eyesThey can break all my fingers till none of them lingersBut I'll still make sweet Lola mineTonight I'm in a Mexican prisonMy cell mate is making a knifeOh but all I can think of is her crying eyesAnd how to make sweet Lola mineOh How to make sweet Lola mineSoloMy cell mate he drew a finger across his throatI thought well this is the endAw But Billy and jack they'd bought a burly little assAnd that donkey broke the bars from that cementAnd on that donkey the three of us we fledTonight I'm breaking out of a prisonYeah we're making a run for our livesOh but all I can think of is her crying eyesAnd how to make sweet Lola mineOh tonight I make sweet Lola mineIf we can get out of Juarez alive
