Richard Shindell - Mariana's Table lyrics
[Richard Shindell - Mariana's Table lyrics]
Are hauling wheat grain apples, soy beans
Good red wine to the docks at Ensenada
The camioneros sit up high and
Smoke their black tobacco
In another hour they'll shift it down
And pull off for the night
Down the road
Not far now Mariana's just arriving
With her empanadas and coolers full
Of cold cold beer
There's a stand of eucalyptus trees
Just this side of Brandsen
In harvest season, rain or shine
She's out there every night
One-by-one they rumble in
Rattling like Panzers
And raising dust clouds
Raising hell in 30 year-old Benzes
They descend like generals whose
Victory's all but certain
They stroll through camp rallying
For one last push
It's getting late, it's time to go
The southern cross is rising
Mariana's work is done
At least until tomorrow
Anyone who's still awake is over by the fire
Where the talk is all of China's rise
And the latest from the union
Which they'd gladly die for if
Ever they were called to
But for now they're just turning and
Waving as she drives away