I was raised in Guanajuato That's where I was born For a thousand years that's where My family grew the corn Farming's what we lived by And farming's all we knew Then the government signed Nafta And our farming days were through I had to leave the village There was no other way I had to find work somewhere Or starve if i should stay In Ciudad de Mexico I tried to survive But the colonias were full And there was no work to stay alive
I went to Tijuana The maquila factories Saw people living by the sewage Dying on their knees It was then in desperation I knew I had to go Leave the country I was born in The only one I know Cross the unknown deserts To the other side Around the wall that stretches on A hundred miles wide I trudged on for days Don't know how far I got But I never knew in all my life The sun could be so hot
My feet had turned to blisters My water bag run dry I thought about mi madrecita As I looked up at the sky I lay down for the last time Parched upon the ground Maybe someday My body will be found Eaten by the vultures Bones bleached in the sun Maybe I'll go to heaven If there is one And I guess someone in California Who wants to make their fields green Is gonna have to find another Mexican To keep their dishes cleanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
