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No one walks from San Miguel Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell Carrying a crying three year old Without a good reason to leave home Old South, new ideas, like a shopping cart with one bad wheel You don't throw the whole thing away 'cause some damn fool is facing the wrong way No one walks from San Miguel Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell Carrying a crying three year old Without a good reason to leave home I do not care who you love Just find you someone who shows up 'Cause when those waves come crashing down It's nice to know there's still dry ground No one walks from San Miguel Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell Carrying a crying three year old Without a good reason to leave home I don't know if there's a God But I believe in right and wrong I don't trust the President Letras de cancionesBut lord I love this land we're living in No one walks from San Miguel Up to Laredo through the gates of Hell Carrying a crying three year old Without a good reason to leave home From Letras Mania