Listen Isa, don't you cry
I can tell you've seen a fight
All that's hurt is just your pride
It's not a matter of which side I'm on
And not for all the bottles
Or the million dollars
Would I ever trade my fire?
Listen brother, don't be mad
Isa's scared, she's lost the boy that she once had
You know she's proud that you're her dad
It must be hard with all the changes
And not for all the bottles
Or the million dollars
Would I ever trade my fire? Oh, no
And if it came tomorrow
I would give my cold soul
Just to see you smile again
Listen Isa, don't you cry
Listen Isa, don't you cry
Listen Isa, don't you cry, cry, cry
