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 method 
By fixing the carpets 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 
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 debts of darkness 
And born again by candlelight 
And born again my candlelight 

Blisters on my feet 
Wooden rosary 
I fell them in my pocket as I ran 

bullet in the night 
feather of his life 
San Francisco do you understand 

Tell them that I've made the journey 
And tell them that my heart is [bad word] 
Not like his blessing or forgiveness 
Before the angels send it through 

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

And if I should fall to temptation 
Will I return to evil throws(?) 
From Nogales to Magdalena 
As a two time beggar I will go 
And I know I can't be forgiven the broken heart of Mexico