Lyrics

The mountains of Mendoza are barren, dry, and cold.
And they compliment the way that I feel,
traveling all alone.

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But I can not take you with me,
or I would not feel so alone,
I’d be listening to your words
and not having these wild thoughts of my own.

Stepping on the train with my back pack on,
and there’s a group of nuns dressed in white.
And they made me laugh as I drank my beer,
and made me think not to judge at first sight.

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Old women hacking cane before sunrise,
and hauling it on their backs like the mules.
And it compliments the way that I feel,
when they’re running around the hills with no shoes.

(Chorus)
The mountains of Mendoza are barren, dry, and cold.