Corrido De Juanito

Almost 14 years
Without going to my homeland
Where I was born

Everything has changed
I pray to my god
Don't forget about me

My mother passed away
And my father says
He's very old now
And doesn't want to come
And I can't go
And I can't go

I worked and worked
Many days have passed
Without seeing the sun

My children are grown
And I don't understand them
They don't speak Spanish

They haven't felt fear
Those who haven't seen
A migration van
Or a deportation
Or a deportation

With boots and a hat
They often look at me
On the freeway

Gardener or cook
I take my chances
They'll go anyways

And even if they look down on me
I lift my head up
Taking a swig from a bottle

Anyway, I'm a friend
And also Mexican
Mexican to the core

Life isn't easy
Especially here
What they say isn't true

Just remembering
The thousands of crosses
I saw in the desert

The nights are sad
Thinking and thinking
About those who stayed behind
Time goes by
And about seeing my old man
And about seeing my old man

More than grateful
I am to my god
For what he has given me

I send greetings
To all my cousins
My uncles and brothers

With sad eyes
And tired steps
Juanito promises
He will visit them
And be able to hug them
And be able to hug them

With boots and a hat
They often look at me
On the freeway

Gardener or cook
I take my chances
They'll go anyways

And even if they look down on me
I lift my head up
Taking a swig from a bottle

Anyway, I'm a friend
And also Mexican
Mexican to the core