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Guanajuato
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A song for one of the hundreds of would-be Mexican immigrants who die of thirst on the US-Mexico border every year.
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"If the great Phil Ochs were to rise from the dead today, he would probably be hailed as the new David Rovics." Andy Kershaw, BBC
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #84
Peak in subgenre #7
Author
David Rovics
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bmi all rights reserved 2009
Uploaded
September 18, 2009
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MP3 8.5 MB • 320 kbps • 3:43
Story behind the song
A song for one of the hundreds of would-be Mexican immigrants who die of thirst on the US-Mexico border every year.
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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 clean And globalization is good for you If you do it well Just close those schools and hospitals And sign this contract here with Shell And tell those labor leaders and protesters To go walk the plank Three cheers for the IMF And the World Bank If the idea of democracy Had a pleasant ring We'll help you realize that dictatorship Is really just the thing This self-determination Is all a silly fuss A billion dollars in your pocket Says just listen to us 'Cause globalization is good for you Even if the people disagree They'll take their orders from you As you take yours from DC Now don't forget to pack the prisons And to watch your flank Let's hear it for the IMF And the World Bank
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