Sweet Lola Lyrics

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 d*** 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 well this is the end
Aw but Billy and jack they'd bought a burly little a**
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