San Miguel

No one walks from San Miguel
Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell
Carrying a crying three year old
Without a good reason to leave home
Old South, new ideas, like a shopping cart with one bad wheel
You don’t throw the whole thing away 'cause some damn fool is facing the wrong
way
No one walks from San Miguel
Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell
Carrying a crying three year old
Without a good reason to leave home
I do not care who you love
Just find you someone who shows up
'Cause when those waves come crashing down
It’s nice to know there’s still dry ground
No one walks from San Miguel
Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell
Carrying a crying three year old
Without a good reason to leave home
I don’t know if there’s a God
But I believe in right and wrong
I don’t trust the President
But lord I love this land we’re living in
No one walks from San Miguel
Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell
Carrying a crying three year old
Without a good reason to leave home