The Alamo

LEFT YOUR PICTURE AT THE ALAMO
HEADED SOUTH TO MEXICO
(Driving Slow)
WITH MIGUEL MARQUEZ TO GUIDE ME
WE SPENT 3 WEEKS DRIVING RECKLESSLY
ON THE BACKROADS
HE TALKED OF REBELS AND BANDITOS
SO I TOLD HIM ABOUT YOU

DROVE ALL NIGHT TO PUNTA GORDA
THE SOUTHERN CITY OF BELIZE
GOT IN A HIHG RISK GAME
WITH THREE MAYANS AND A PRIEST
LOST MORE THAN I COULD PAY
SO I TOLD EM ABOUT YOU

IN JUTICALPA IN HONDURUS
ABUELA TAUGHT ME HOW TO WEAVE
“WORK THE PEDALS LIKE YOU’RE WALKING
KEEPING TIME WITH LOS ESPERITOS OF THE BREEZE”
SHE SAID THE PATTERNS COME FROM PRAYERS
SO I TOLD HER ABOUT YOU

DIDN’T STOP TO FREE MINAGUA
HEADED STRAIGHT TO COSTA RICA
TO THE BARRA HONDA CAVES
DEEP INSIDE THAT GRANITE WOMB
THE DARKNESS SMELLED LIKE YOUR PERFUME
SHOWING ME THE WAY
WHEN NO LIGHT CAME WITH THE DAWN
I TURNED THE ECHOS ON
I TALKED ABOUT YOU

MET A SCUBA DIVING DAMSEL
FEEDING SEAGULLS BY THE SEA
SHE SAID SHE ONLY SWAM AS DEEP
AS SALTED SUNLIGHT WOULD REACH
SHE CLAIMED THE SEA WAS NEVER BLUE
SO I TOLD HER ABOUT YOU

HIT THE AIRPORT IN A HAZE
FLEW NORTH TO SHORTER DAYS
AND DARKER HUES
BUT WHEN THE HEAT IS ON THE RISE
THE TEXAS SUN IN VERMONT SKIES
I THINK I FEEL YOU
WHEN THE TEMPERATURE IS LOW
I REMEMBER THE ALAMO
AND THINK ABOUT YOU

©2003 Lafe Dutton

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