Santos de Madera

Wooden Mary chased her baby down my Americana wrist
 In the square in Zaragoza by the basilica & the bridge
 You know that bridge all built by Romans
 With Spanish ladies on their trail
 Into the old town's twisting streets
 Where there's wooden saints for sail
 That's right that's right that's right that's right
 Now the savior child is hanging
 By a mountain in the light
 With his back against my pumpin' veins
 And my blood rushing tonight
 Like a bridge over my river
 I'm always sittin' in a bar
 "Andale Rijoha!" Tonight we ride
 My sisters & me through the Aragon dark
 La, la, la, la, la, la...
 Santos de Madera
 Santos de Madera
 That's right
 Now I dreamed I met my maker in a phoneless hostel room
 I cried out in my sleep, "have mercy in me" & keep me from my doom
 Then I felt the warmth inside me
 As I turned a small lamp on
 My reflection in the mirror
 Santos de Madera crying tears all down my arm
 No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie!
 La, la, la, la, la, la
 Santos de Madera
 Santos de Madera
 You know that's right