do the same again. I would, my friend, Fernando. Now we're old and grey Fernando. And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand. Can you hear the drums Fernando?. Do you still recall the
Fernando. And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand. Can you hear the drums Fernando?. Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?. I can see it in your eyes. How proud
Oh, I'm packin' my grip and I'm leavin' today. 'Cause I'm takin' a trip, California way. I'm gonna settle down and never more roam. And make the San Fernando Valley my home I'll forget my sins
