Lyrics of La costa perdida

Camper Van Beethoven

Release date : 18/01/2013

Duration : 0:04:18

Style : Rock

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