1.  She stood in the doorway and waved me goodbye.

I didn’t say what I wanted to; didn’t see if she cried.

‘Took the road heading westward; knew I’d never come back.

To the woman I’d left standing there dressed in black.


2.  Headed down to the border, my guitar by my side,

Playing other people’s music; guess I’m living a lie.

And I think of you often when I’m sitting alone,

Wondering how I could leave you for a life on the road.


    And I’ll send you a card from Mexico.

    I’ll send you my love in a song.

    But please don’t wait in that doorway,

    My Linda with her last name gone.


Chorus:  Come dance with the dancing lady, come dance with the one with no name.

Come dance with the dancing lady, let her soft hands heal all your pain.

Come dance with the dancing lady, come dance with the one with no name.

Come dance with the dancing lady, let her soft hands heal all your pain.

Let her soft hands heal all your pain.


    And I’ll send you a card from Monterey,

    And pretend this is where I belong.

    Oh, but please don’t waste your life waiting.

    My Linda with her last name gone.


Chorus:  Come dance with the dancing lady, come dance with the one with no name.

Come dance with the dancing lady, let her soft hands put out the flames.

Come dance with the dancing lady, come dance with the one with no name.

Come dance with the dancing lady, and her soft hands will heal all your pain.


And her soft hands will heal all your pain.