Cotton mouth from the heat
Visions of hell he lived
Tumbleweeds drift
To the back of his mind
Juan, Big Juan
Got a notion
Melted God
With all his motion
He made it rain
With his dance of pain
And then…
It wouldn’t stop
Tears of an angel
Struck him dead
The floodgates
Of emotion
And a love potion
People misunderstood
What he was
Where’s Juan?
Juan, Big Juan
He’s trouble
Not to be trusted
But he saved his people
In their darkest of days
He took the train
After he made it rain
And only he knows
Where he is
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