La Llorona Haunts More than the Border

In the back of a whorehouse in Tucson
In her arms, I drifted away  
The music was ringing, la llorona  
Was singing a lovesong  
And how I wanted to stay  
In Cuidad Acuna, or Juarez  
Or on the border, here in Nogales.
 
A woman was crying outside  
In a fit of heated despair
I thought of the Virgin, and started to miss  
Her embrace and cold tender stare  
And I said a prayer
Hail Mary, you're so full of grace  
The Lord is with thee, and the Lord was with me  
And your black eyes are still haunting me  
Hold me sweet Mother of God  
As I cry and blaspheme.
 
El Infierno doesn't seem all that bad  
Compared to the places I've been
The tears that I've wept, the company  
I've kept, the pain I've had  
Buried within
But her black eyes took it away  
And I'm weeping again because I can't stay  
 
And the wailing grew louder outside  
Shrill on the stale night air  
I looked through the doorway, saw a Crucifix  
And remembered her frosted black hair  
And the prayer  
That Christ uttered from His cross
When it snows on Calvary, does it cover His blood  
And wipe the tears from her face
As they fall across my feet?  
Pray for me Virgin de Guadalupe  
As I cry and blaspheme.
 
I fumbled with the keys to my truck  
And put the pistol under the seat
Men walked through her door  
Like tin soldiers at war  
And I wished that they weren't just like me  
As I drove off down the dusty road  
Half alive and half dead
Afraid of her wailing
And how much I owed.