Steve Earle & Los Lobos - Volver a Celaya
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I was born in the city of Celaya Deep in the heartland of Mexico There was work to be had in the maquiladoras But I was young and I had to go
There must have been troubles and trials But I only remember the river was low On the other side I caught a ride North to San Antonio
Had a cousin of mine on a carpenter crew I lied to his boss and he put me on I hadn’t a clue what to do and he knew But I caught on
In the swing of a hammer a lifetime flew by I raised a family but now I’m alone Voy a volver a Celaya
I’m goin’ back home
Had my own crew before I turned twenty I began buildin’ a life brick by brick I did alright and a contractor sponsored me I got my citizenship
I married fair Graciela his daughter Soon there were children and now they’re all grown Two of our boys went to fight in Afghanistan One of ’em didn’t come home
I raised them to believe in this country That I barely recognize now The migra come masked in the night without warning
The children scream when they knock the doors down Then the angels took my Graciela Nothin’ else here for me now that she’s gone Voy a volver a Celaya
I’m going back home
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