Agave Blues

The band's trumpeting out the Bose A dozen red roses for thirteen chicas In that old cantina Looks like one's left cold But it's colder still out that Crooked oval door As Jorge keeps 'em entertained With his liquid tambourine Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker Play a tune for me Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging Cooling that Agave Blue for me He played that song 'til the early morn The man of her dreams hails a cab She smiles all the way back home What a night it was All the things they'd done The excitement wakes her As she rolls over to kiss her lover And finds he never hit the hay Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker Play a tune for me Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging Cooling that Agave Blue for me Did he always have to leave Her this way Alone and confused Where did they depart She'd go back yet another time To try and find the man Who has her heart Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker Play a tune for me Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging Cooling that Agave Blue for me