Mexico

Mexico

My mother entrusted me to the Virgin of Guadalupe
I took my guitar, my things, and headed north
I crossed the Guatemalan customs with more fear than desire
Picking up the muses that were left behind
Chava Flores, Jose Alfredo, and Agustin Lara himself
And with the remains, I formed a 'Who Would Have Thought'
And a 'First Time', and I was alone
With a 'Jesus Verb Not Noun' in my throat

I was in Mexico, without a penny
I felt like a successful man
Mexico, oh, Mexico, oh
Destiny painted the path
that brought me here

I don't know if it was the tequilas, but I talked to Negrete
That night at Tenampa that ended the next day
And on Division Del Norte, I took a taxi that later became a song

I was so desperate waiting for my turn
With a string of songs, the 'Nocturnal Animal'
And fear turned into respect
for singing here on the same land
Of Manzanero, Beltran, and Pedro Vargas

I was in Mexico, without a penny
I felt like a successful man
Mexico, oh, Mexico, oh
Destiny painted the path
that brought me here
Walking in Alameda, an old man told me
Pedro Infante is alive, he passes by every morning
And it's because here, what is loved never dies

Mexico,
Without a penny, I felt like a successful man
Mexico
Destiny painted the path
that brought me here