El Bracero Fracasado<p>
When I left the ranch, I didn't even wear underwear <br>
but I made it Tijuana hitchhiking, since I had no money<br>

I would stand on the corners to see who would let me eat their chicken necks<br>

Then you see what happened -- I got to Santa Ana with scratched out feet<br>

the sandals I was wearing got used up right away, the hat and shirt I lost<br>

when they chased me, those, 'white ones' when they almost caught me<br>

I got on the road dying of hunger and tired, I got on a cargo train comin'<br>

from Colorado going to San Francisco on a wagon I sneaked on but with such<br>

bad luck that they caught me in Salinas<br>

Then you see what happened -- the 'migra' showed up grabbed me by the hand<br>

telling me I don't know what, they scolded me in English, the 'gabachos'<br>

they told me you got to go back to your farm, but I felt really bad, having<br>

to go back to my country, as a failed bracero, with no money and no nuthin'