She was born Maria Christina Luisa Cortez
Five hundred miles to the south from the lights of Juarez
She was only a child of fourteen when her parents both died
She did the one thing she knew how to do to survive

She’d stroll into town every morning her treasures to sell
Down by the plaza in front of the gringo hotel
Young men and old men would come, women as well
For the fresh sopapillas she made were as good as they smelled

They called her Fat Tina because she was so overweight
Due to the number of fry bread and profits she ate
But she made a fortune in flour, water and lard
She saved all her pesos and one day she opened a bar

Chorus:
Fat Tina’s Cantina on the far side of town
The best sopapillas for miles around
They come from the valley, mountains and towns
For the best sopapillas for miles around

Conjunto, Tejano and Salsa drift through the air
Which is almost as warm as Fat Tina’s Mexican beer
She grew up a beauty that some say cannot be compared
Except to the fresh sopapillas that she still prepares

(Repeat Chorus)


vocals - Josie Kuhn - acoustic lead guitar - Bebo Whitehead - Spanish guitar - Mark "Sergio" Webb - mandolin &
button accordion - Susie Monick - bass - Jeff "Stick" Davis - percussion - Maki Suntikal - drums - Brian Owings