Todos Los Bares (feat. Los Delinquentes)

It feels so good to walk when you step into home
When you remember the stories in every corner
Greeting everyone in the neighborhood as they pass by
And on my way to the corner store, I’m writing this song

Give me a cold one, I’m heading to the park
To smoke with my buddies while I soak up the sun
To enjoy a stew my mom made
At three when she calls me from her balcony

All day in the park, I know all the bars by heart
The alleys, little squares, and doorways
What’s that all worth?
From my neighborhood to downtown, from my land to the sky
While I wait for my turn, I chill on the bench

All day in the park, I know all the bars by heart
The alleys, little squares, and doorways
What’s that all worth?
From my neighborhood to downtown, from my land to the sky
While I wait for my turn, I chill on the bench

It feels so good being close to your people
Where it seems like time forgot to pass
Twenty years have gone by, and if there’s something different
It’s that we all have twenty more years

I wouldn’t trade my home for paradise
Because what I have here is my Eden
Sitting with my folks, enjoying a home-cooked meal
Life in good company feels so damn good

All day in the park, I know all the bars by heart
The alleys, little squares, and doorways
What’s that all worth?
From my neighborhood to downtown, from my land to the sky
While I wait for my turn, I chill on the bench

All day in the park, I know all the bars by heart
The alleys, little squares, and doorways
What’s that all worth?
From my neighborhood to downtown, from my land to the sky
While I wait for my turn, I chill on the bench

We’re street people
Chillin’ on benches and steps
With guitars and beers
In the mornings under the sun

All day in the park, I know all the bars by heart
The alleys, little squares, and doorways
What’s that all worth?
From my neighborhood to downtown, from my land to the sky
While I wait for my turn, I chill on the bench

All day in the park, I know all the bars by heart
The alleys, little squares, and doorways
What’s that all worth?
From my neighborhood to downtown, from my land to the sky
While I wait for my turn, I chill on the bench