Tata Dios
Miguel Aceves Mejía
Father God
Put on my white dress
The one we got married in
The doctor, no matter how much he tries
Our ranch is too far away
Don't spend more on remedies
My strength is fading
Put on my white dress
Father God is calling me
Father God is calling me
Father God
Father 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 will give away the harvest
Father God wanted it this way
And with Father, no one messes
And with Father, no one messes
Father God
Father God
He is calling me
