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