"Alamo" as written by and Tori Ellen Amos....
Alamo
Heard all about your fandango
Banged on my knees on your back door
Only to wake you to blues on the way
Blues on the way
Blues on the way

Embarcar
Figures you'll see me as older
Twenty-three hours till the border
Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came
Fast as I came
Fast as I came

Tears on my pillow
Of course they're not mine
Alter that altar
Making a play
Somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take mine
My chances

Alamo
Wish I could do what gold does
Heard that the stars were in order
Got yourself dealt a hand with
Two queen of spades
And blues on the way
Blues on the way

Tears on my pillow
Of course they're not mine
Alter that altar
Making a play
Somebody, just somebody, invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances


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"Alamo" as written by Tori Ellen Amos

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    General Comment"There are card games, alarms interrupting afternoon naps, approaching armies, races to the border, desperation, fate and fortune. And that's really as much about Texas as you probably need to know."
    UrbanGrieveron July 12, 2006   Link

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