Woorden:
Los Lobos Good Morning Aztlan

and try to hide away Here it comes, here comes another day If you're long down that highway No matter where you are You're never really far Good morning Aztlan

: I travel down this lonely road To see if I can pick me a rose But all I find is a handful of thorns In a place where blossoms should grow [Chorus:]

and try to hide away Here it comes, here comes another day If you're long down that highway No matter where you are You're never really far Good morning Aztlan

ourselves with dignity What would we do Without a hand to hold onto With no one to call out to What if we could Behave like sisters and brothers Like the good

: Maria le gusta el mambo Esto no puedo negar Pero yo prefiero cumbia Es lo mejor para gozar Tambien le gusta la salsa Guarachar es sabroson Este ritmo

all come see Just grab somebody, anyone you meet They might be big They might be small Maybe brown or round or short or tall Let's have us a real good

: We all looked so happy When we climbed up on the bus Berto waved a hand from his seat and said "Good to have you, come ride with us" "I got sweet

Oo yeah sweet mystery Strung together along a wire But then it breaks - why I don't know What is there to do When this thing's done gone blue Oo yeah

I travel down this lonely road To see if I can pick me a rose But all I find is a handful of thorns In a place where blossoms should grow [Chorus:]