La Costa Perdida

In the oilfields at San Ardo
That's where she broke my heart
I buried her in Parkfield
In a sandy river bed
Sold her car in Fresno
Mongols motorcycle club
Broken Spanish in the day time
Picking fruit with campesinos
I'm a half a guero caballero Yanqui
From a town just south of Brawley

CHORUS:
Don't live there anymore
I know I look familiar
Brother you don't wanna know
So listen to your banda
Play your narcocorridos
Just don't you forget
Who's the real chingon

They call me flaco blanco
On la costa perdida
I'm working on a dead man's name
His bones are in the woods
Scattered by wild animals
He knew me in Jolon
Broken Spanish in the day time
With my crew from Sinaloa
I'm a half a guero caballero yanqui
From a town just south of Brawley

REPEAT CHORUS

He shot me in the shoulder
He was aiming for my heart
Though he was like my brother
I had to cut his throat
That poor girl in San Ardo
Now she's joined by her primo
Broken Spanish in the day time
Running cattle up at Bishop
I'm a half a guero caballero yanqui
From a town just south of Brawley

CHORUS
Don't live there anymore
I know I look familiar
Brother you don't wanna know
Listen to your Banda
Toca narcocorridos
Just always remember
Who's the real chingon