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