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Michael Martin Murphey

La Plaza

 

La Plaza

(album: Road Beyond The View - 2022)


Noches en La Plaza en La Plaza El Mayor
Hanging with La Raza Paz y Amor
Nights with Esmerelda, weaving through the crowd
The best of the fiesta is the talk of the town
Tourists, Texans, hippies mi familia miles around

Alma de fiesta noches de amor
Mariachis, trumpets, Guitarrons and guitars
Blankets from Chimayo, chiles, fruits and sweets
Pottery and turquoise, sand paintings, silver rings
Everybody's buying and they all want everything, everything

Luminaries on the rooftops hear the sound from the piano bar
Cowboys do the two step throwing twenties in a big tip the jar
Motorcycle gangs in bandanas with big hair pulled up tight
Cruising up the canyon where the music plays all night, plays all night
Plays, plays all night

Here's to Old Taos Plaza and the spirits who walk here
Here's to all La Raza I raise a glass of cheer
Rendezvous and romance, the dances and the songs
Lovers taking chances as la banda plays along
Cops exchanging glances but they can't find nuthing wrong, nuthing wrong

See the ghost of Georgia with her skulls and cactus clowns
Ansel snaps a picture Mr. Lawrence writes it down
Miguel's got a sad-eyed Margarita, but Johnny likes his whiskey black
Hopper's stuck on the mountain; Julie's at the ranch and she ain't coming back

Here's to Old Taos Plaza and all its centuries
The Old Ones from the Pueblo they all know the mysteries
And all the Easy Riders too stoned-out to have a clue
The tourists and the traders they're part of the story, too
They're probably the reason for the whole big scene
But hey my friend, who knew?

Mable Dodge in sable Edna Saint-Vincent Millay
Jedidiah and Ceran St. Vrain on their way to Santa Fe
Sonny Spruce and Tony Luhan standing stately with a smile
Murphey's back from Tejas and he's staying for a while
Artists, Chiefs, Alcaldes wearing boots of every style, every style

Here's to Old Taos Plaza and the spirits who walk here
And the spirits who walk here
Here's to Old Taos Plaza and the spirits who walk here

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