Magdalena

Please don't tell me I can't make it

It ain't gonna do me any good

And please don't offer me your modern methods

I'm fixing to carve this out of wood

From Nogales to Magdalena

There are 60 miles of sacred road

And the promises made to those who venture

San Francisco will 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

Prodigal sons and wayward daughters

Carry mandas that they might

Be delivered from the depths of darkness

And born again by candlelight

And born again by candlelight

Blisters on my feet, wooden rosary

I felt them in my pocket as I ran

A bullet in the night

A Federales' light

San Francisco, do you understand?

Tell him that I made the journey

And tell him that my heart is true

I’d like his blessing of forgiveness before the angels send it through

And I will know that I am clean now

And I will dance and the band will play

In the old out to cantina

Cause we’ll runneth over the ancient clay

And if I should fall to temptation when I return to evil throes

From Nogales to Magdalena

As a two time beggar

I will go where I know I can be forgiven

The broken heart of Mexico

The broken heart of Mexico

The broken heart of Mexico