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
wooden
without
where
understand
through
throes
temptation
should
shallow
runneth
fixing
depths
delivered
night
daughters
again
cries
blisters
clean
venture
gonna
angels
summer
cantina
ancient
light
wayward
there
mexico
before
broken
candlelight
river
forgiveness
blessing
darkness
beggar
forgiven
those
francisco
bullet
heart
journey
might
carry
magdalena
methods
mandas
offer
valley
miles
promises
mirrored
carve
return
dance
cause
modern
please
sacred
prodigal
rosary
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