It was a summer fiesta On a night drunk with stars Dancing and drinking in run down cantinas And dead-end bars Plugging the jukebox for hours after hours Screaming the chorus and attempting A barracho two-step Dust roads and garbage I got feral cat blues Long nights, tequila And scratching at worn-out tattoos These are the marks that we gave to ourselves To remind us, they're our road map Right back to Jalisco Tuba percolations blast into the night And accordions push out the tune These are the sounds, of Jalisco in June And these are your streets And you'll be seeing them soon It was a summer fiesta On a night drunk with stars Dancing and drinking in run down cantinas And dead-end bars Plugging the juke box hour after hour Screaming the chorus and attempting A barracho two-step Dust roads and garbage I got feral cat blues Long nights, tequila And scratching at worn-out tattoos These are are the marks that we gave to ourselves To remind us, they're our road map Right back to Jalisco Tuba percolations blast into the night And accordions push out the tune These are the sounds, of Jalisco in June And these are your streets You'll be seeing them soon Yeah these are your streets You'll be seeing them soon Yeah these are your streets You'll be seeing them soon