by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy



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 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.



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 Torreon.



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 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.



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 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.