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El Baile de los Chisos
Like a burnished silver concho, from Pancho Villa’s boot
That ol’ Spanish moon comes slidin’ over Encantada Butte
Then the Chisos they go stealin’, down Coahuila way
Montaña mariachis and they’re comin’ out to play
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
The boulders make a circle as the sagebrush clears a path
And I thought I heard poquitos try to hide a little laugh
Por los gringos son mas grande, and they lumber as they waltz
While the chicas curtsey daintily and try to hide their faults
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
As he plays the bajo sexton, the big one starts to sing
With a low and throaty whisper Mochuelo takes the wing
El coyote joins the chorus, amarillo cacti glow
Y los mestizos vaqueros, lie sleeping down below
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
La Luna slides down in the saddle of Serranias del Madre
And the Chisos they go stealin’, back up Tejas way
They tiptoe cross the river, Rios Bravos y Grande
Soñoliento bailadores, they lie dreaming for the day
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
Copyright ©
John Stetson
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