La Paloma - Chuck Prophet

Nowhere to run

Pick a direction

Chinese New Year

I spied that Dragon

I chased him off

In a stolen Lexus

Rode across the plains

Through the state of Texas

Now I’m drinking ice tea

Back at the hotel

Tarheel Boogie

Got a western on the cable

«Let's make him talk»

I think that’s what he said

I blinked my eyes

And turned around

Now that mother’s dead

La Paloma, La Paloma

Left my burden in California

La Paloma, La Paloma

Left my burden in California

She’s got long brown hair

Tied in a ribbon

When she holds me in her arms

I’m betrayed and forgiven

Sand in my shoes

Salt on my tongue

Gonna lay my burden down

'Neath the Mexican sun

Alright

Smugglers, vets

Cheap housing

Waves breaking

Right and left

Purple mountains

Pack up the kids

Ffill up a sack

Catch ya next Christmas

If I ever get you back

Alright

La Paloma, La Paloma

Left my burden in California

La Paloma, La Paloma

Left my burden in California

La Paloma, La Paloma

Left my burden in California

La Paloma, La Paloma

Left my burden in California