Way down in Matamoros, across the Rio Grande
There's a wild-eyed woman with a snake in her hand
They call her La Madrina "godmother" to those
Victims of the evilness down in Mexico
La Madrina, tell me all that you know
The blood is on your hands
La Madrina, where do all the souls go
When they leave your land?
In the poorer cities, the tourists have it made
Another margarita? Hope you enjoy your stay
They visit from the north each and every year
But, the ones who never go back home usually disappear
La Madrina, tell me all that you know
The blood is on your hands
La Madrina, where do all the souls go
When they leave your land?
Tejas Brothers - La Madrina Lyrics
Tejas Brothers - La Madrina Lyrics
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Way down in Matamoros, across the Rio Grande
There's a wild-eyed woman with a snake in her hand
They call her La Madrina "godmother" to those
Victims of the evilness down in Mexico
La Madrina, tell me all that you know
The blood is on your hands
La Madrina, where do all the souls go
When they leave your land?
In the poorer cities, the tourists have it made
Another margarita? Hope you enjoy your stay
They visit from the north each and every year
But, the ones who never go back home usually disappear
La Madrina, tell me all that you know
The blood is on your hands
La Madrina, where do all the souls go
When they leave your land?
There's a wild-eyed woman with a snake in her hand
They call her La Madrina "godmother" to those
Victims of the evilness down in Mexico
La Madrina, tell me all that you know
The blood is on your hands
La Madrina, where do all the souls go
When they leave your land?
In the poorer cities, the tourists have it made
Another margarita? Hope you enjoy your stay
They visit from the north each and every year
But, the ones who never go back home usually disappear
La Madrina, tell me all that you know
The blood is on your hands
La Madrina, where do all the souls go
When they leave your land?
Writer: David Perez
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