La Costa Perdida Lyrics - La Costa Perdida - Camper Van Beethoven

In the oil fields of San Ardo 

That's where she broke my heart 

I buried her in Parkfield 

In a sandy river bed 

Sold her car in Fresno 

Mongrel's Motorcycle Club 

Broken Spanish in the daytime picking fruit with campisinos, I'm a half a wedo [Caucasian], caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh (?) 

Don't live there anymore 

I know I look familiar 

Brother you don't want to know 

So listen to your banda [gang] 

Play your narco corridos 

Just don't you forget, who's the real chingon [badass]. 

They call me Flaco Blanco 

On La Costa Perdida 

I'm walking on a dead man's name 

His bones are in the woods 

Scattered by wild animals 

He knew me in jolan 

Broken Spanish in the daytime with my crew from Sinoloa, I'm a half a wedo caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh 

Don't live there anymore 

I know I look familiar 

You don't want to know 

So listen to your banda [gang] 

Play your narco corridos 

Just always remember, I'm the real chingon 

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 [cousin] 

Broken Spanish in the daytime 

Running cattle up at Bishop 

I'm a half a wedo, caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh 

Don't live there anymore 

I know I look familiar 

Brother you don't want to know 

So listen to your banda 

Toca su narco corridos 

Just always remember who's the real chingon