Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Sinaloa Cowboys
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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Sinaloa Cowboys
Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico.He came north with his brother Louis to California three years agoThey crossed at the river levee, when Louis was just sixteenAnd found work together in the fields of the San JoaquinThey left their homes and familyTheir father said, "My sons one thing you will learn,( )for everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."They worked side by side in the orchardsFrom morning till the day was throughDoing the work the hueros wouldn't do.Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some handsWell, deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranchAnd there in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravineMiguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamineYou could spend a year in the orchardsOr make half as much in one ten hour shiftWorking for the men from SinaloaBut if you slipped the hydriodic acidCould burn right through your skinThey'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desertIf you breathed those fumes inIt was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outsideWhen the shack exploded, lighting up the valley nightMiguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swaleTo the creekside and there in the tall grass, Louis Rosales diedMiguel lifted Louis' body into his truck and then he droveTo where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus groveThere in the dirt he dug up ten-thousand dollars. all that they'd saved