The river Rio Grande is carving like a nationals car
I’m following the river making wetbacks
Where my parents crossed to be now where they are.
I’m going to Aztlan, where I wanna be, I’m going to Aztlan.
My traveling companions,La Virgen, Miss Liberty,
A map and my MEChA books.
Well I’ve reason to believe, we all have been deceived
There still is Aztlan.
Miss Liberty tells me Aztlan’s gone, as if I didn’t know that
As if I didn’t know my own backyard,
As if I didn’t know
To get in you need a card.
