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
I'm fixin' to carve this out of woodFrom Nogales to Magdalena
There are 60 miles of sacred road
And the promise is made to those who venture
San Francisco will lift your loadIn the land of old Sonora
A shallow river valley cries
The summer left her without forgiveness
It's mirrored in her children's eyesProdigal sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandalas that they might
Be delivered from the depths of darkness
And born again by candlelight
And born again my candlelightBlisters on my feet
Wooden rosary
I felt them in my pocket as I ranA bullet in the night
A Federales' light
San Francisco do you understandTell 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 throughAnd 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 clayAnd 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