Tekstovi: Chuck Prophet. La Paloma.

Nowhere to run, pick a direction
Chinese New Year, I spied that Dragon
I chased him off in a stolen Lexus
I rode across the plains, through the state of Texas, yeah

Drinking ice tea, back at the hotel
Tarheel Boogie, got a western on the cable
Let's make him talk, I think that's what he said
I blinked my eyes and turned around and now, that mother's dead

La Paloma, La Paloma
Left my burden in California
La Paloma, La Paloma
Left my burden in California

She's got long brown hair, tied in a ribbon
When she holds me in her arms, I'm betrayed and forgiven
Sand in my shoes, salt on my tongue
Gonna lay my burden down 'neath the Mexican sun, alright

Smugglers, vets, cheap housing
Waves breaking right and left, purple mountains
Pack up the kids, fill up a sack, catch ya' next Christmas
If I ever get you back, alright

La Paloma, La Paloma
Left my burden in California
La Paloma, La Paloma
Left my burden in California

La Paloma, La Paloma
Left my burden in California
La Paloma, La Paloma
Left my burden in California