Well it's not that far
The smugglers say you walk north one day

Across La Cabeza Prieta

Just keep walking to interstate eight

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Well they walked that day
the next, and the next
Then the water it ran out one by one

Ay mijitos
They looked like dried leaves

Scattered in the sun

 

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay queridos

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, estamos perdidos

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Well it's so far away
From the lowlands of Veracruz

To the desert up 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

Well there were fourteen men

They got lost in the desert

They were migrants
They got twelve lines of news

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Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay queridos

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, estamos perdidos

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Jale hermanos jale

Ay, ay estamos quemando

Jale hermanos jale

El diablo esta pasando

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They got twelve lines
In a midwestern paper
On the pages with the ads for shoes

They were fourteen men

They got lost in the desert

They were migrants
They got twelve lines of news

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Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay queridos

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, estamos perdidos

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