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 methods
By fixing to carve this out of wood

From Nogales 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

Prodigle sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandalas that they made
He delivered from the depths of darkness
And born again by candlelight
And born again by candlelight

Blisters on my feet
Wooden rosary
I felt them 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
I'd like his blessing of forgiveness
Before the angels send it through

And I will know that I am clean
And I will dance and the band will play
And the old

And if I should fall to temptation
When I return to the evil throws
From Nogales to Magdalena
As a two time beggar I will go
Where I know I can be forgiven
The broken heart of Mexico
The broken heart of Mexico
The broken heart of Mexico