Mi Ultimo Viaje
Sergio Vega
My Last Journey
I want when I die
Listen to me
This is my wish
And that's it
My Latin coffin
And me well dressed
And with my gold jewelry
In my left hand a goat horn
And in the other a kilo of powder
My good tejana hat
And ostrich boots
And my embroidered belt
A good alipus
And a deer vest
So that Saint Peter tells Saint John
Here comes a heavy bull
It will be my last journey
And I don't want to do it in vain
I want to be buried
At the foot of the mountain with my last contraband
If God doesn't accept me like this, maybe the devil will
I want at my wake only my friends
Those who are in this business
Bringing dishes and also Buchanan
And offering powder to everyone
Playing cards and fine roosters
Like the real bulls do
I will leave at my funeral
All my expenses paid
Let the Shaka's play
When they are already watching over me
Let it sound very loud and shake the ballad of my
last contraband
Adorn my whole tomb with gum and marijuana branches
And if possible, I would like to ask them to bury me
with the truck
Just so they see that the earth
Didn't swallow just anything
