La Costa Perdida - Camper Van Beethoven

In the oilfields at San Ardo

That’s where she broke my heart

I buried her in Parkfield

In a sandy river bed

Sold her car in Fresno

Mongols motorcycle club

Broken Spanish in the day time

Picking fruit with campesinos

I’m a half a guero caballero Yanqui

From a town just south of Brawley

Don’t live there anymore

I know I look familiar

Brother you don’t wanna know

So listen to your banda

Play your narcocorridos

Just don’t you forget

Who’s the real chingon

They call me flaco blanco

On la costa perdida

I’m working on a dead man’s name

His bones are in the woods

Scattered by wild animals

He knew me in Jolon

Broken Spanish in the day time

With my crew from Sinaloa

I’m a half a guero caballero yanqui

From a town just south of Brawley

REPEAT CHORUS

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

Broken Spanish in the day time

Running cattle up at Bishop

I’m a half a guero caballero yanqui

From a town just south of Brawley

Don’t live there anymore

I know I look familiar

Brother you don’t wanna know

Listen to your Banda

Toca narcocorridos

Just always remember

Who’s the real chingon