Tata Dios
Linda Ronstadt
Tata God
Put on my white dress
The one we got married in
The doctor, no matter how much he walks
Our ranch is very far
Don't spend on remedies anymore
My strength is dwindling
Put on my white dress
Tata God is calling me
Tata God
Everything falls silent
Only Juan speaks to her
You should see the beautiful corn cobs
Growing on the hillside
But I don't want anything anymore
I'm going to give away the harvest
That's what Tata God wants
And no one messes with Tata
Tata God is calling me
