歌词
Down in Mexico, where the people go
Just to hide away, from their everyday
Searching, they've come to feed their soul
And wash their troubles down the blue rio
Alimentar mi alma, alimentar mi alma
A-a-alimentar mi alma
Tourists rich and brave, stand with cameras raised
Some to bargain, some to roam
Finding gifts to send back home
Searching, they've come to feed their soul
But they pass the beggars selling shawls
By the old street pole
Alimentar mi alma, alimentar mi alma
A-a-alimentar mi alma
Alimentar mi alma, feed my soul
Take me back to Old Mexico
Bandidos riding fast, bullets flying past
And I will raise my glass
Tortillas fresh to go, some cerveza cold
Mariachi band played with dark and calloused hands
Searching, they've come to feed their soul
Laughing at the gringos here who come and go
Alimentar mi alma, alimentar mi alma
A-a-alimentar mi alma.
Tourists flock to behold
The sacred virgin framed in gold
And stand on floors that move them through
And they're allowed a flash or two
Searching, they've come to feed their soul
And outside a woman crawls to forgiveness
For the sins she stole
Alimentar mi alma, alimentar mi alma
A-a-alimentar mi alma
Alimentar mi alma, feed my soul
Take me back to Old Mexico
Bandidos riding fast, bullets flying past
And I will raise my glass
