Artista

Lila Downs

UNA SANGRE

2004

9 MOTHER JONES

Tell me, tell me, Mother Jones
Tuesday comes and Tuesday goes
Tell me, ¿Where the spirit goes?
Goes

¿The tender, the warmer? The dealers father time
Im lookin down in limbo and I see Joan of Arc
Surrender to the porno and listen to the cries
My people they aint votin see the pepsi man waltz

A victim of her freedom and that is what they say
Im lookin in the mirror, but it really isnt me
The diamonds on the monkeys, the ladies in the trees
Im lookin to the future, Im dancin to the beat

Lookin for the spirit
Tell me, ¿Where the spirit goes?
Lookin for the spirit, Waiting for the risin sun
Waiting for the risin sun
Waiting for the risin sun, waiting for the risin sun
Lookin for the spirit

The flowers in the valley are blowin in the wind
They come in many colors but she prefers the green
Shes running to the north pole with a packet in her seam
Shes got to find the money smilin at the deputy

I want you to find me the day that Im not there
Id like you to listen to the things that Ive felt
Listen to me, listen to me
I want you to sit here and hold me when Im down
Im lookin to remember see the pepsi man waltz

For the risin sun, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me
For the risin sun

Tell me, tell me
Lookin for the spirit
My, oh, my, oh, my, oh, my
For the risin sun.