She wore a dress that Mara Lisa had sewn
And everybody just laughed
The boys were suited up on Mexican rose
They spilled their wine on their pants
A distant cousin of her brother had come
He tore the sheets from her bed
She felt the poison of the barreling sun
She felt the weight of his hands
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Her sister Hattie had a ship
But it had no sail
Her husband hit her and he split her lip
He said he'd kill her if he thought she would tell
The streets were empty on the 4th of July
The fires burned in the sticks
The bells were ringing from the church of the saints
Made of Mexican brick
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They watched her walk in from the roof of their house
She had a gun in her purse
Mara Lisa could have left on a train
She wasn't sure which was worse
Her brother Daniel knew a guy in the stretch
He had some horses and a grudge
The other option was a Mexican jail
And a crooked judge
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They cast a shadow on the dusted remains
The broken bottles cut the earth
She saw a rifle sticking out of the brush
She grabbed the gun from her purse
Mara Lisa threw the sacks in the car
The bullets cut into the breeze
Fool's gold can buy you Mexican jewels
But it can't buy the police
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