Scenes from a Spanish Cantina

Well I hear they’re selling flowers down on Collin’s street

that they’re going for a buck and a half

You can come to the cantina keep me company

all the faith is in the bottom of my glass

all the faith is in the bottom of my glass

 

Well my sister probably warned me of you anyway

she knows nothing of the penitent man

and my mom would probably tell me if she saw your face-

don’t go running with the leader of the band

don’t go running with the leader of the band.

 

cuz all of the dancers come, all of the little drums

all of the dancers come, all of the little drums,

 

In the market they were advertising valentines

they were melting in the plastic of the box

they were selling all the cards with the expected lines

there were oranges and chocolates and scotch

there were oranges, and chocolates and scotch

 

Should I draw you like a month unto my window at night

can you stomach stuff like sentimental mud

would you rather spend the evening racing traffic lights

with a bottle and a ruby for your love

with a bottle and a ruby for your love

 

Do all of the dancers come, all of the little drums

All of the dancers come, all of the little drums

Do all of the dancers come, all of the little drums

All of the dancers come, all of the little drums