El Callejero (part. Roberto Tapia)

Let’s go roam the world
Before the world comes to an end
He who dies wandering the world
Even death knows him well

When my mother had me
Underneath a little mesquite tree
When the midwife showed up
I was already tipsy

But young lady, I kindly ask you
That when you mix me, mix me often
Often, often, often and often
Until I fall asleep in your arms

In Sonora, I pulled a little heist
They were coming after me from there
The heist was crying
And I was just smiling

When my mother had me
Underneath a little mesquite tree
When the midwife showed up
I was already tipsy

But young lady, I kindly ask you
That when you mix me, mix me often
Often, often, often and often
Until I fall asleep in your arms