to make it through the land Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio Grande Someone strums a mandolin, soft gulf breezes blow My new life is waiting in old Mexico
make it through the land Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio Grande Someone strums a mandolin, soft gulf breezes blow My new life is waiting in old Mexico
make it through the land Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio Grandee Someone strums a mandolin, soft gulf breezes blow My new life is waiting in old Mexico
Traduzione: Robert Earl Keen. New Life In Messico Vecchio.