Song Description
In Ron Kovic's book 'Born on the Fourth of July' he describes this Mexican resort which caters to wounded American soldiers.
| Song Length |
4:04 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled |
Subject |
Armed Forces |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
VILLAGE OF THE SUN
They come from the north, from Los Estados Unidos
The soldiers, or the pieces that are left
They come for the weather, they come for the tequila
But mostly they come to forget
We meet them at the airport in Guadalajara
They are not hard to recognize
We lead them to the van, lift up their wheelchairs
They tip us in dollars for the ride
Welcome amigos to the Village of the Sun
Where yesterday's a dream and tomorrow never comes
And a pretty señorita will lay with you tonight
Rub her breasts against your body and make everything all right
Make everything all right
In the days they play poker, soak in the water
We take them to town in the car
The locals sell them jewelry, gifts for their putas
Call us when they pass out in the bars
They move to the deck to watch as the sun sets
And the cool evening breeze starts to blow
Sometimes they just sit and stare into darkness
We know when to leave them alone
Welcome amigos to the Village of the Sun
Where yesterday's a dream and tomorrow never comes
And a pretty señorita will lay with you tonight
Rub her breasts against your body and make everything all right
Make everything all right
We can always tell when someone is leaving
They get surly, skittish like a deer
We carry their luggage, say buena suerte
Tell them we'll always be here
Welcome amigos to the Village of the Sun
Where yesterday's a dream and tomorrow never comes
And a pretty señorita will lay with you tonight
Rub her breasts against your body and make everything all right
Make everything all right