La Costa Perdida-Camper Van Beethoven

In the oil fields of San Ardo That's where she broke my heart I buried her in Parkfield In a sandy river bed Sold her car in Fresno Mongrel's Motorcycle Club Broken Spanish in the daytime picking fruit with campisinos, I'm a half a wedo [Caucasian], caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh (?) Don't live there anymore I know I look familiar Brother you don't want to know So listen to your banda [gang] Play your narco corridos Just don't you forget, who's the real chingon [badass]. They call me Flaco Blanco On La Costa Perdida I'm walking on a dead man's name His bones are in the woods Scattered by wild animals He knew me in jolan Broken Spanish in the daytime with my crew from Sinoloa, I'm a half a wedo caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh Don't live there anymore I know I look familiar You don't want to know So listen to your banda [gang] Play your narco corridos Just always remember, I'm the real chingon 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 [cousin] Broken Spanish in the daytime Running cattle up at Bishop I'm a half a wedo, caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh Don't live there anymore I know I look familiar Brother you don't want to know So listen to your banda Toca su narco corridos Just always remember who's the real chingon