LA HIJA DEL PATRON
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- A minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 16.9s
- length
- 2:42
- language
- Sp
lyrics
(a diesel engine turns over) Puro Vega. Still. Papa left me the old blue truck The route, the ledger, and the debt The men shook hands and said, "good luck" I learned the gears — they lost that bet (echale, mija!) First run alone, four a.m. His hat still on the dash, amen (amen, amen) La hija del patron, la hija del patron Eighteen wheels hum along La hija del patron, la hija del patron Your name rides on, your name rides on (Vega! Vega!) A buyer came with cash in hand Said, "sweetheart, sell — this life is grim" I poured his coffee, showed the brand Burned in the tailgate: "V," for him (no se vende, no se vende) Some nights out past Nogales The CB crackles low A voice like his says, "dale" And I don't drive alone (dale, mija, dale) La hija del patron, la hija del patron Same coffee, black and strong La hija del patron, la hija del patron The whole highway sings along (puro Vega!) (air brakes hiss) Same route Sunday. (descansa, papa)