migrants lyrics

the desert
the desert

it is not that far
the coyote said walk north one day
across la cabeza prieta
keep walking to interstate eight
they walked that day
the next
the next
the water ran out
one by one
they looked like dried leaves
scattered in the sun

oh dear ones
we are lost

it is so far away
from the low lands of veracruz
to the desert north of sonora
where they strung out in ones and twos
they got twelve lines in a midwestern paper
on the pages with the ads for shoes
fourteen men got lost in the desert
they were migrants they got
twelve lines of news

pull together my brothers
the devil is passing
pull together my brothers
we are burning

they got twelve lines in a midwestern paper
on the pages with the ads for shoes
fourteen men
got lost in the desert
they were migrants
they got twelve lines of news

oh dear ones
we are lost

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