| I left my home in Tamaulipas
|
| In Sonoyta I came across
|
| Just six of us when we started
|
| Walking behind the coyote boss
|
| The old man said let me go there with you
|
| Yes I’m old but I’m mighty tough
|
| I know the fOad maybe I can help you
|
| [ got good shoes I won’t hold you up
|
| But up on Tinajas Altas he stumbled and he fell
|
| He begged and pleaded we had to leave him
|
| Lying on Camino Diablo Trail
|
| Quick sand I think we lost direct ion
|
| Quick sand now we’re losing ground
|
| Quick sand nobody 'round to help us
|
| Quick sand now we’re sinking down
|
| Thought we was getting close to Yuma
|
| I heard it’s an unfriendly town
|
| We just need a cool drink of water
|
| Even Yuma can’t turn a poor boy down
|
| Then a Dodge Ram truck drove down on us
|
| Saying I’m your Arizona vigilante man
|
| I’m here to say you ain’t welcome in Yuma
|
| L’m taking you out just as hard as I can
|
| I saw mi madre crying in her rocking chair alone
|
| I saw La Llorona flying please take a message back home
|
| Quick sand I think we lost direction
|
| Quick sand now we’re losing ground
|
| Quick sand nobody 'round to help us
|
| Quick sand now we’re sinking down |