Red Rose At Pancho's Cantina True Story
It is a hot afternoon at Pancho's Cantina
And Rosa is sitting at the bar, mariachis singing
Cause the juke box is dead
She is the red rose in Pancho's Cantina
There is no telephone, so you can't hear it ringing
She is letting the tequila, get into her head
She once had a hour glass figure, that is about out of sand
A lot of make up to cover up most of the hurt and pain
But she smiles at all the men that come her way
With another tequila in her hand
To help drown her pain
She wishes she could just run away
And it is not all roses in her bed
But that is where she makes her living
And she hates her life
But it keeps her poor family fed
She think that men do all the taking and damn little giving
Serving many, knowing she will never be a man's wife
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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