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 long alleys 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 

Prodigal sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandas that they might
Be 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
bullet in the night
Federales' light
San Francisco, do you understand?

Tell him that I made the journey
And tell him that my heart is [bad word] 
I’d like his blessing of forgiveness before the angels send it through

And I will know that I am clean now
And I will dance and the band will play
In the old out to cantina
Cause [bad word] over the ancient clay

And if I should fall to temptation when I return to evil throes
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