Magdalena-Georges Guetary

Brandon Flowers - Magdalena Please don't tell me I can't make it It ain't gonna do me any good And please don't offer me your modern methods I'm fixing to carve this out of wood From Nogales to Magdalena And the promise is made to those who venture There are 60 miles of sacred road San Francisco lift your load In the land of old Sonora A shallow river valley cries The summer left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigal sons and wayward daughters Carry mandas that they might Be delivered from the debts of darkness And born again by candlelight And born again my candlelight Blisters on my feet, wooden rosary I felt them in my pocket as I ran A bullet in the night, a Federales light San Francisco, do you understand? Tell them that I've made the journey And tell them that my heart is true I'd like his blessing of forgiveness Before the angels send it through And I will know that I am clean now And I will dance and the band will play And the old (?) cantina Cause he runneth over the ancient clay And if I should fall to temptation Will I return to evil throws As a two time beggar I will go Where I know I can be forgiven The broken heart of Mexico Oh oh oh oh oh