Lyrics

TEQUILA & GUITARS

January Moon ~ thirty-eight below
Blue morning on the snow,
waking in Wabos...

Driving from the cold,
Mexico sands of gold
Discover the oasis, settle for the night...

Startled from a sweet dream,
hearing husky voices
Contemplating choices,
midnight in suspension...

Wooden desert shack, Tequila & Guitars
Woven from the Stars,
never coming back...

Amigos in the Moonlight,
sudden Spanish laughter
Recover from a cold fright,
trading songs for blankets...

Wooden desert shack...

written by Britta Wolfert