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 long alleys 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



(...) 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

A (...) 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 (..........................)

(.........................................) 



And if I should fall to temptation

Will I return to evil throws(?)  

From long alleys to Magdalena

As a two time beggar I will go

And I know I can't be forgiven the broken heart of Mexico