WRECK OF THE CARLOS REY
(D. Hidalgo / L. Pérez)

Los Lobos


Fifteen travelin' to work the fields
Toil in factories and sweat those deals
Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie
I left you a note tacked to a tree

I'm yours carino
I'll return one day
Now I'm leavin' on the Carlos Rey

Four cruel days under stormy skies
Not much bread to keep us alive
The wind kicked up and the rain come down
And then we all heard a terrible sound

I'm yours carino
Nothin' more to say
I'm lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey

Struggled against the poor weather tie
Fetched my bag with your picture inside
But my heart did break as it slipped away
Disappearin' into the gray

I'm yours carino
I'm gone to stay
Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey

In the dark and cold I let you go
With the hard cold work that I took on
I sleep in a bed of salt and sand
And I dream sweet dreams of takin' your hand

I'm yours carino
I'm gone away
Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey