El Ilegal

I didn’t say goodbye to my friends
To my love and my parents, I said farewell
Alone I cried, there were no witnesses
And only God knew my pain
And only God knew my pain

I arrived in the north with no cash
With sorrow, I left my country behind
Oh, if the Rio Grande could talk
That I crossed on an old root
That I crossed on an old root

Valley of Texas, Weslaco and San Antone
Houston, Dallas, they’re in my song
Texas is Texas, so vast in size
But it fits right here, in my heart

And I didn’t say goodbye to the guys
But I already sent them a postcard
It says: Hey, you bunch of drunks (seriously)
Your friend, the illegal, misses you
Your friend, the illegal, misses you

How beautiful is the American Union
Illinois, California, and Tennessee
But back in my Mexican land
A little piece of heaven is for me
A little piece of heaven is for me

Goodbye, Laredo, Weslaco, and San Antone
Houston, Dallas, they’re in my song
Goodbye, El Paso, I’ve arrived at Chamizal
Your friend, the illegal, is back
Your friend, the illegal, is leaving
Your friend, the illegal, is back
Your friend, the illegal, is leaving