Behind The Bamboo Shade - Joe Ely

In a border town when the lights go down

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…