Chepe Songtext
von MarTinman

Sunday morning six AM
Sunday morning six AM
Sunday morning six AM barely light
Soft knock at the door yeah I know that sight
Vamonos mijos smile cutting through
Me and my little brother already knew
Red Ford Betsy idling humming low
Same old streets that hes always known
Rolling to the panaderia friends he trusts
Back door opens early warm light no fuss
Pan dulce stacked up sugar in the steam
Grandpa laughing like you know what I mean
Pick what you want dont rush a thing
Sunday dont sprint it slowly swings
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé


Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Chepé
Down by the tracks at his compas place
Fire burning steady coffee in his face
Fiberglass sheets up the rocky grade
Turn dirt and gravity into a game
Sliding all morning backs and knees
Dust in our hair rocks in our sleeves
Sun creeping up while the laughter cracks
Grandpa posted up leaning back
Watching us move like hes seen before
Same kind of joy he dont need to score
No rush no rules just time that bends
Thats how Sundays stretch and extend
Chepé, Chepé, Chepé, Chepé, Chepé
Drop off Grandma Sunday Mass
Cross on her chest praying for our past
We dont go in Grandpa just grins
Sits in the car while the bell rings in
Back in Betsy easy pace
Pull up at Tio Pelons place
Bald head shining laugh dont care
Pan dulce settling in the air
Two doors down Nachos Liquor Store
Same man waving like he did before
Pick what you want like its understood
Same damn words since childhood
Chepé, Chepé, Chepé, Chepé, Chepé, Chepé
Pick Grandma up now shes got things to do
Drop her at La Quebradita
Ill be quick mijos you two
We roll around lose track of time
Come back late shes already down the line
Bags in her hands smiling wide
She knows the days been lived outside
Menudos on she says it low
Sundays ready to come back home
Back at the house door wont close
Tios tias kids in rows
Los chivos loud las chivas too
Sunday sounding like a living room zoo
Menudo and tortillas better get some
Grandpa had his hes long been done
Cards come out dollar held high
Dont move your hand just catch it mid-fly
Miss it once everybody laughs
Catch it once chest puffed wide
That small win hits like pride
Oldies spinning plates all gone
Grandpa on his feet before the song is done
Grandpa takes the lead the shuffle dance begins
He glides with style and grace
Feet sliding pivot spin
Moves like muscle memory the rhythms in his skin
All the kids sing along yeah they all join in
Somehow all us cows is how every song begins
From early dark to Sunday glow
Thats Chepe thats all we know
Chepé, Chepé,Chepé,Chepé,Chepé,Chepé,Chepé
Vamonos mijos
All us cows
Andalé
Chepé
Nacho
Betsy