Joe Ely Queen Of Heaven
She rides a horse named Las Grimas
through deserted railway stations
Blood red lips through a cloud of
dust
in her quest for the crucifiction
She's the Queen of Heaven,
Sweetheart of the rodeo,
Heroine of hometown corridos,
finder of your silver dime,
Border radio valentine
Blue Ribbon winner at the South
Plains fair
She's a desert solitaire
Would yon like to dance a brand
new dance ?
It's called the New World Tango,
it's leaving its bloody hand print
from Lima to Durango
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