| Song | Good Morning Aztlán |
| Artist | Los Lobos |
| Album | Good Morning Aztlán |
| 作词 : Hidalgo, Pérez | |
| There's a tattoo heart | |
| With an arrow through the middle | |
| Of a name that looks like Joe | |
| And a young girl's looking | |
| At her makeup in the mirror | |
| Puts a little gold ring on her toe | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| There's a sharp dressed man | |
| Playing something on a fiddle | |
| In the backyard right next door | |
| And everybody's mother | |
| Is cooking something in the kitchen | |
| Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| You can't run and try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| A red rooster crows | |
| A little Mexican tune | |
| On the chain link fence by the gate | |
| Somebody's daddy's out there | |
| Honkin' on the horn | |
| Hurry up, we're gonna make him late | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| You can't run and try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| If you're long down that highway | |
| No matter where you are | |
| You're never really far | |
| Good morning Aztlán | |
| There's a big fat heart | |
| With an arrow through the middle | |
| Of this place that I call home | |
| And when I get lost | |
| And don't even got a nickel | |
| There's a piece of dirt I call my own | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| You can't run and try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| You can't run to try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| Where you are, never really far away | |
| Good morning Aztlán |
| zuò cí : Hidalgo, Pé rez | |
| There' s a tattoo heart | |
| With an arrow through the middle | |
| Of a name that looks like Joe | |
| And a young girl' s looking | |
| At her makeup in the mirror | |
| Puts a little gold ring on her toe | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| There' s a sharp dressed man | |
| Playing something on a fiddle | |
| In the backyard right next door | |
| And everybody' s mother | |
| Is cooking something in the kitchen | |
| Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| You can' t run and try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| A red rooster crows | |
| A little Mexican tune | |
| On the chain link fence by the gate | |
| Somebody' s daddy' s out there | |
| Honkin' on the horn | |
| Hurry up, we' re gonna make him late | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| You can' t run and try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| If you' re long down that highway | |
| No matter where you are | |
| You' re never really far | |
| Good morning Aztlá n | |
| There' s a big fat heart | |
| With an arrow through the middle | |
| Of this place that I call home | |
| And when I get lost | |
| And don' t even got a nickel | |
| There' s a piece of dirt I call my own | |
| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on | |
| You can' t run and try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| You can' t run to try to hide away | |
| Here it comes, here comes another day | |
| Where you are, never really far away | |
| Good morning Aztlá n |