Terry Allen - Cortez Sail lyrics

See how the rain Falls from the sky Drifting down From your high mountain's eye But don't look surprised You're going home Yeah you're leaving L.A. On a cloudy day Pushing the crowd away You gonna get away today An you turn on your radio An let the wind blow With your rock n roll Down the highway All the way Ah but see how, the lightning Makes cracks in your air Tearing the clouds Then closing the tear Yeah but you're not surprised Anymore You're going home To Mexico Four hundred years ago Down in Mexico The Spanish galleons drew near And the Aztec warriors watched From their mountain sides Yeah the fear in their eyes As clear as their end it was near Yeah Cortez he come With his men and his guns And a Spanish Christ Alive on his lip But as soon as he touched ground Well his men wanted to turn around So he burned down the turn around ships Yeah he crossed all that water With his cannon and fodder If need be to slaughter For Gods and for gold An he wouldn't let no man Talk him in to being anything other than Conquistador bold Yeah Pachuco to Paradise Yeah a Colorado rain Falls on your California gla** Washing away the hardline From your California past Ah but you're not surprised anymore You're going home Cause just out of Cortez Well the radio man says That they's a lookin for you They gonna get you But your guns on your map And they're both in your lap Besides your Chic's with you So you gonna get through Ah but see how the lightning Makes cracks in your air Tearing the clouds Then closin the tear Yeah but you're not surprised anymore You're going home To Paradise