South of the border, hey, I know a lad He's got more fun than anybody's had Don't got no worry, don't got no dough Everybody's a wondering about Mexican
Up in the city, it's crazy and concrete cold Living life at the speed of light leaves dark in your soul When every minute's got a heart attack in it,
Right across the border You can almost hear the trumpets playing Maybe it's the workers Who are building up the wall So take my hand and come with me
Well it got so hot, last night I swear, you couldn't hardly breathe Heat a lightning burnt the sky like alcohol I sat on the porch without my shoes and
Come and gather 'round me people And a tale to you I'll tell Of my father and his father In the days before the spill With an endless sky above 'em And
Soon the stares catch We begin to kill the calm As we feed on the facts, let's give in Let's give in to give in more Still on the knees, such a shame
Jose, get your bagpipes And head down to the square Seranade the passers-bye And you'll make some money there Jose came to this country Looking for a
(VERSE 1) uhh..will i see my homie cris there? he got smoked by some fool's who shouldn't be alive i'm tryin to cope but it's just so hard, dear god
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball... And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all... Chorus: And them East Coast killas ought to
Oh tequila, I turn to you like a long lost friend I want to kiss my Mexican cousin once again We'll cover every emotion from happiness to sorrow And the
The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses fall about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon
Adios Amigos good-bye my friend We thought our good times would never end AII the golden days that I shared with you Should last forever but now they
Mexican beer on a Sunday afternoon I got no lime and I got no sunshine Under New England skies I was born and raised Raise my glass to the skies to my
There was Zombi, there was Chino There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos We agreed to split the stuff up At a Mexican funeral in Paris Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez
by Nanci Griffith, James Hooker, Danny Flowers Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells He worked
+Mexican Hat Dance Oh Americans dance on a dance floor. And the Spaniards, they dance on a table. And the Russians, they dance on a saber. But the Mexicans
I live to work and work to live Oh, but what I wouldn't give For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach Where the sand dollar is the only currency
NB Ridaz 2001, Dos mil uno - para mis Mexicanos Hasta el. futuro (Chorus) Mexicanos - Mexicanos levantense Llego la bomba ponganse de pie Para mi raza