Magdalena

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