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Saturday, May 04, 2024

Dylan of the Day | photograph by Ken Regan 1975

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Photo during the Rolling Thunder Revue, by Ken Regan (1975)

Romance in Durango


 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 llores, 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 steeple

 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

 

 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

 

 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 Torreón

 

 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

 

 No Ilores, mi querida

 Dio 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

 

 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

 

 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



WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN AND JACQUES LEVY

Copyright © 1975 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2003 by Ram’s Horn Music




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