Please don't tell me I can't make it
It aint gonna do me any good
And please don't offer me your modern method
By fixing the carpets out of wood
From Nogales to Magdalena
There are 60 miles of sacred road
And the promise is made to those who venture
San Francisco lift your load
In the land of old Sonora
A shallow river valley cries
The summer left her without forgiveness
It's mirrored in her children's eyes
Prodigle sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandalas that they made
He delivered from the debts of darkness
And born again by candlelight
And born again my candlelight
Blisters on my feet
Wooden rosary
I fell them in my pocket as I ran
A bullet in the night
A feather of his life
San Francisco do you understand
Tell them that I've made the journey
And tell them that my heart is true
Not like his blessing or forgiveness
Before the angels send it through
And I will know that I am clean know
And I will dance and the band will play
And the old (..........................)
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And if I should fall to temptation
Will I return to evil throws(?)
From Nogales to Magdalena
As a two time beggar I will go
And I know I can't be forgiven the broken heart of Mexico
