Lyrics: Bob Dylan
Music: Bob Dylan

Sung by Stu Allen with Phil Lesh and Friends at their Cinco de Mayo House Party in 2015.

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape

Sold my guitar to the baker�s son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide
But I can get another one
And I�ll play for Magdalena as we ride

No Ilores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone
At night I dream of bells in the village steeplev Then I see the bloody face of Ramon

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what�s done is done


At the corrida we�ll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone
We�ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torre�n

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You�ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian


Was that the thunder that I heard
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don�t say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night



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