THE SANGRE DE CHRISTOS words/music by Bill Mallonee (admin. BMI 2014)
these sun~drenched towns shine like Deigo's Roses the ones God's Mother asked him to hold mothers are always giving roses to their children under the blue skies of the Sangre de Christos
blood...is ink where i come from rising up from sweat drenched earth ringing like the lonely bell of a church tower under the blue skies of the Sangre de Christos
The sunlight never fails to win the heart's allegiance & a good woman is better than fine gold her kisses sweeter than agua fiera covering you under the blue skies of the Sangre de Christos
This guitar was stumblin' drunk & full of stories orphan children waiting in the cold they poured out just like Deigo's Roses under the blue skies of the Sangre De Christos