Down to the village under scorching sun
To see the peasants provide us with fun
To rape and pillage our pocket books
We're taking pictures cause we like the looks that surround the peasant town
She took my hand and led me through the door
Told me secrets that I already know
The tourist call her beautiful and pray for their daughters to look so
But do they know
From the roadhouse Jim and I come
Getting drinks underneath a parasol in the sun
Getting drunk until the evening rolls around
Stumble out before the sheriff puts us out of his town
Dusty peasant town
Jim is still there under the sun
Part of the sideshow presented for money and for fun
I ask if he'd sit and have a drink that day
He said he couldn't
I knew they'd stolen his heart away
Dusty peasant town