San Miguel - Ron Pope

No one walks from San Miguel

Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell

Carrying a crying three year old

Without a good reason to leave home

Old South, new ideas, like a shopping cart with one bad wheel

You don’t throw the whole thing away 'cause some damn fool is facing the wrong

way

No one walks from San Miguel

Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell

Carrying a crying three year old

Without a good reason to leave home

I do not care who you love

Just find you someone who shows up

'Cause when those waves come crashing down

It’s nice to know there’s still dry ground

No one walks from San Miguel

Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell

Carrying a crying three year old

Without a good reason to leave home

I don’t know if there’s a God

But I believe in right and wrong

I don’t trust the President

But lord I love this land we’re living in

No one walks from San Miguel

Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell

Carrying a crying three year old

Without a good reason to leave home