Sinaloa Memory

I remember when I left out of LA and started out to roam

On  a journey far below into the tropic zone

I’d came with friends to Mexico to have myself some fun

And the first time I saw Mazatlan I was not yet twenty-one.

I lived up on the beach those days no worries filled my head

My straw hat was my pillow and a hammock was my bed

And that sea it seemed to sparkle from the pearl that was the moon

And I never did dream that the times could change at least not quite so soon

'Cause  those tropic nights were balmy

The beer was freezing cold

and the colors on the beach at dawn they seemed were

Blue red black and gold

Though time has passed, I still can recall those places that now seem so far

And the scenery I watch roll by the windows of my car

And I would not trade a fortune for the precious memory

Just of being on the beach those days and living bold and free.

When those tropic nights were balmy

The beer was freezing cold

and the colors on the beach at dawn they seemed were

Blue red black and gold