Sweet Lola

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 federals 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 damn 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 ass 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