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Going to Rosa's Cantina

Going to Rosa's Cantina

Hoping that she's still there

Going to Rosa's Cantina

Might have been the dust in my eyes

Might have been the dust in my eyes

Could have been the neon cactus

Lighting up the desert sky

Must have been the dust in my eyes

Some would call it suicide

Some would call it suicide

I would call it paradise

Some would call it suicide

Dancing on the table

Dancing on the table

Dancing on the table

when she's drunker than she's able

Dancing on the table

Some would call it suicide

I would call it paradise

Some would call it hell on earth

Is she right is she wrong

Will she sing another song

Wicked as it seems right now

Rosa wants her baby back

Rosa wants her baby back

Since he's gone she's losing track

Rosa wants her baby back

Easy with that cadillac

Easy with that cadillac

Easy with that cadillac

Some of this and some of that

Pass me that cadillac