El Blues Del Atajo

I'm gonna roll a smoke,
in a blues solo
come on, give me the key,
dim the lights, bro
it's the shortcut blues,
it starts in major,
the neighbor next door
already pulled out the accordion.

I was born on a cloudy day,
I think it never stopped
raining in the streets,
someone said November cried,
at fifteen I left home
to wander around
this land soaked
in pain and pleasure
in pain and pleasure.

I met a woman
who sold the moment
I moved into her love
I was starving for affection
I was starving for affection
seventeen, a lyre,
son, to rock and roll
among the smoke and drinks,
son, to roam around
I came across a blues
in a cold alleyway
forgot the rest,
I jumped on her train
in the end.