Behind the Bamboo Shade
And the Ranchero Radio plays
You won't find me around in the lights of the town
I'll be out where the day meets the shade
I only came for a holiday to sit in the Mexican wind
I only came for the whiskey, but suddenly she walked in
She wore a dress made of lace
And the light on her face
I felt the room start to shake
It shook a black Spanish love seat behind the bamboo shade
I only came for the sun, but I wound up with the moon and the stars
When her eyes met mine, the room filled with Spanish guitars
The kerosene in my blood
Came on like a flood
As I stood to take her away
To a black Spanish love seat behind the bamboo shade
On a black Spanish love seat behind the bamboo shade
With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the Day of the Dead
I reached out in the dark
Put my hand on her heart
While the bows of the palm trees swayed
On a black Spanish love seat behind the bamboo shade
I woke up in a sweat, my legs feeling too weak to stand
There's a pain in my back and not a bit of grip in my hands
A flash of steel in the night
Left me no time to write
An epitaph to leave on my grave
The church bells rang on a love seat behind the bamboo shade
On a black Spanish love seat behind the bamboo shade
With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the Day of the Dead
If you see Juan
Tell him I can't come
I've got a previous engagement I've made
I'm on a black Spanish love seat behind the bamboo shade
Autor(es): Joe Ely