(Joe Ely)





Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

The night is cheap like a velvet painting

The streets are wet but it ain't been raining

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

A mile of stars fell in the streets and shattered

While the guitars played strung with six daggers



Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary

Where the mean streets meet the monastary

Your ruby lips wet with Tequila

Theres a neon frame around Pancho Villa



Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

The switchblade streets in need of sweeping

The Taxi waits the driver's sleeping

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

I'll turn you loose but never let you go

When the summer's gone and the cold winds blow



Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary

Where the mean streets meet the monastary

Your ruby lips wet with Tequila

Theres a neon frame around Pancho Villa



Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

Five hundred miles I gotta go tomorrow

And leave you here with your sweet sorrow

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

Their talk will sting in the morning light

They're stringing me up this very night!