Sinaloa Cowboys (Live at The Tower Theater, Philadelphia, PA - December 1995)

Well, Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
Well, they crossed at the river levee when Louis was just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin

Well, they left their homes and family
Their father said "My sons one thing you will learn
For everything that the north gives, it exacts a price in return"
Well, they worked side by side in the orchards
From morning 'til the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do

Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch
And then a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine

We could spend a year in the orchards
Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift
Working for the men from Sinaloa
Ahh, but if you slipped the hydriodic acid
Will burn right through your skin
And they'll leave you spittin' up blood in the desert
You breathe those fumes in

Oh, it was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside
When the shack exploded lighting up the valley night
Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swale
To the creekside and there in the tall grass Louis Rosales died

Miguel lifted Louis' body into his truck and then he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove
There in the dirt he dug up ten thousand dollars all that they'd saved
Kissed his brother's lips and placed him in his grave