Los Lobos Route 90
Won't you come along with me
To a land I know
Just take Route 90
Down to Mexico
Fly over California
This land we love
Everything looks tiny
From so high above
Into Arizona
We'll float along
We'll cross the desert
To old Tucson
Then over the state line
To New Mexico
On our wooly bully
Yippee ay ay yo
We'll ride into Texas
The biggest state I know
See the cattle lolling
On the range below
To the gulf of Mexico
We're gonna go
Where the little shrimp boats
Look like toys below
Where the Rio Grande flows
To where I was born
Down below the border
One Christmas morn
Aren't you glad you came with me
So here we go
Flying over the border
To old Mexico
