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CHORUS La Migra caught me 300 times Isay They never done me in
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I cross the Rio Grande swimming La Migra threw me back I land in Nogales Another border crossing They boot me to Juarez I go to Tamalpais Skip through Laredo Disguised as a gringo I tint my hair blond I don't know English Back I go again
Here through Mexicali San Luis Rio Colorado Cross every line Secretly swimming Never chicken out I cross again
I know every crossing Roads, rivers, canals From Tijuana to Reynosa Matamoros to Juarez From Piedras Negras to El Paso From Agua Prieta to Nogales
I dreamed in my youth Of being a movie star One of those days I came To visit Hollywood
One day very desperate Because of so much revolution I came to this side [of the border] Without paying immigration What a fast one What a fast one I crossed without paying
Arriving at the station I ran into a friend Who invited me To work at the track I supposed the track Would be some kind of a store It was to repair the road Where the train ran Oh my friend Oh my friend How he took me to the track
When I got angry with the track He invited me again To picking tomatoes And gathering beets There I earned indulgence Walking on my knees 4 or 5 miles They gave me as penance
Oh what work, poorly paid For going on one's knees My friend, who was no fool Continued giving them a bad time On completing [enough] for his fare He returned to his land
I earned but a trifle I left for Sacramento When I had nothing I worked with cement Oh what torment Oh what torment Is that famous cement Toss gravel and sand In the cement mixer Fifty cents an hour Until the whistle blows Four or more of us Strained at that famous pulley How could I stand it I was better off washing dishes
How repentant How repentant I am for having come Decent work done by Chicanos With hot water hands swell To make it short I got tired of so many dishes Thought came to me Of working in theater Oh how pretty Oh how pretty Circus, somersaults and shows
I ask your leave To give this advice To young and old Who are inexperienced That one didn't want to believe What I say is true If he wants to be convinced Let him come over here Remember this ballad Is all I ask
The coach leaves Soon we're going Eyes that saw you leave When will they see you return? Goodbye dreams of my life Goodbye movie stars I return to my beloved homeland Poorer than when I came We take our leave Goodbye my countrymen Now we leave
For long-suffering people she labors Deciding the nation's struggle momentarily Silently with placid countenance Reveals tactics of the adversary The bodies of Montoya and Gaspar Vela With quiet voice and loving pity After the infernal battle La Coronela with compassion dispatched
Even in exile she offered Great courage and outspoken rebellion Against the evil the nation faced It was the people's fate each day Driving voice concerning her To soon convert to freedom
I sing of a cruel incident in San Ysidro Incited by a crazed maniac July 18 was the day 84 was the year When this slaughter took place The worst in all history
In the town's McDonald's At 3 in the afternoon An evil gunman appeared James Huberty was his name Everyone on the floor The soulless man cried out Frightened people obeyed his command
He assassinated people Lying on the floor Bodies of innocent victims He scattered everywhere Between tables he walked To see who wasn't dead Shooting them one final time If anyone made a move
The horrible coward fired on People outside and inside Firing hundreds of rounds He had plenty of weapons Three youngsters lay riddled With bullets, the diabolical Assassin left them for dead Piled in a heap
People arrived Not knowing what happened Lucky ones fled While others were killed Old lady and child With four employees hid In the basement and barely fit
At times there was silence While he reloaded He'd start shooting To see who was next
Bodies covered in blood Were all over The stench of death everywhere It was a war zone
Mexico's press calls Him a white supremacist The white people's press Never mentions racist tendencies One or two said With anger and fervor They know it's true James was a wrongdoer
San Ysidro town Knew his notions He hated Mexicans His plan was preconceived You see brothers and sisters His actions well planned His dislike for La Raza This is the result
They say victims died instantly Don't believe those tales They suffered enough None knew the motive Of the cold-blooded butcher Police shot him full of holes
22 lay dead 17 wounded God have mercy on our loved ones Find them all in Heaven Go little angels Tell the Lord Have mercy on us Here suffering pain
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