Tony Randall (http://www.ajayr.org/AJAYR/Music.html)
In 'Cantina del Fuego', down by the depot
She was cruising the tables, working her eyes
She was drinking tequila, this young Magdalena
Selling her body and telling her lies
In the note she had written to say she was leaving
She told me of places and sights to be seen
But I trailed her to Boston and then down to Austin
Now to the border and this dirty canteen
Oh-Oh Magdelena, sweet Magdelena, you'll always be Mary to me
He was mean, he was hungry, and his eyes looked right through me
There was ice in his heart, there was lust in his eye
He came from the corner, and that's when I saw her
Flinch from the touch of a man who would die
We ran for the border to the mountains of Madre
Bummed down the railroad to Puerto Juarez
Through Cuba and Haiti and then on by freighter
We made it to Lisbon and the Martim Moniz
We said our goodbyes as I pulled out of Lisbon
And travelled alone on the train heading home
I treasure the lock of her hair that I'd stolen
A tearful reminder of times long ago
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