Bruce Springsteen - Sinaloa Cowboys lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Sinaloa Cowboys lyrics]
Miguel came from a small
Town in northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Luis
To California three years ago
They crossed at the river levee
When Luis was just sixteen
And found work together in the
Fields of the San Joaquin
They left their homes and family
Their father said, "My sons
One thing you will learn
For everything the north gives
It exacts a price in return"
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning until the day was through
Doing the work the gueros wouldn't do
Word was out some men in from
Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well, deep in Fresno county
There was a deserted chicken ranch
There in a small tin shack on
The edge of a ravine
Miguel and Luis stood cooking methamphetamine
You could spend a year in the orchards
Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift
Working for the men from Sinaloa
Ah, but if you slipped the hydriodic acid
Could burn right through your skin
They'd leave you spitting up
Blood in the desert
If you breathed those fumes in
It was early one winter evening
As Miguel stood watch outside
When the shack exploded
Lighting up the valley night
Miguel carried Luis's body over
His shoulder down a swale to the creek side
And there in the tall grass
Luis Rosales died
Miguel lifted Luis' body into his
Truck and then he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell
On a eucalyptus grove
In the dirt, he dug up ten thousand dollars
All that they'd saved
Kissed his brother's lips and placed
Him in his grave
Town in northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Luis
To California three years ago
They crossed at the river levee
When Luis was just sixteen
And found work together in the
Fields of the San Joaquin
They left their homes and family
Their father said, "My sons
One thing you will learn
For everything the north gives
It exacts a price in return"
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning until the day was through
Doing the work the gueros wouldn't do
Word was out some men in from
Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well, deep in Fresno county
There was a deserted chicken ranch
There in a small tin shack on
The edge of a ravine
Miguel and Luis stood cooking methamphetamine
You could spend a year in the orchards
Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift
Working for the men from Sinaloa
Ah, but if you slipped the hydriodic acid
Could burn right through your skin
They'd leave you spitting up
Blood in the desert
If you breathed those fumes in
It was early one winter evening
As Miguel stood watch outside
When the shack exploded
Lighting up the valley night
Miguel carried Luis's body over
His shoulder down a swale to the creek side
And there in the tall grass
Luis Rosales died
Miguel lifted Luis' body into his
Truck and then he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell
On a eucalyptus grove
In the dirt, he dug up ten thousand dollars
All that they'd saved
Kissed his brother's lips and placed
Him in his grave