Calibre 50 "El corrido de Juanito" lyrics

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El corrido de Juanito

Casi 14 años sin ir a mi tierraA donde nacíYa todo ha cambiado le ruego a mi diosNo se olviden de mi

Se murió mi madreY dice mi padre que ya esta muy viejoY no quiere venirY yo sin poder ir, y yo sin poder ir

Trabaje y trabaje tengo muchos díasQue no miro el solMis hijos son grandes y no les entiendoNo hablan español

No han sentido miedoAquel que no ha vistoUna camioneta de migraciónO una deportación, o una deportaciónDe botitas y sombreroMe miran seguido por el freewayJardinero, cocinero igual me la rifo

Y aunque me miren pa' abajo la cara levantoEmpinándome un boteComo quiera soy amigo y también mexicanoMexicano Hasta El Tope

Juanito's Corrido*

It has been almost 15 years since I was in my homeland,where I was born.Now everything's different, and I pray to Godthey never forget me.

My mother diedand they say my father is really old nowand he doesn't want to come,and I can't go there, I can't go there.

I've been working and working,I haven't seen the sun for days.My sons are grown ups now and I can't understand thembecause they don't speak Spanish.

You don't know what fear isif you have never seenan Immigration van,or a deportation, or a deportation.Wearing my little boots and my hatthey see me often by the freeway.Gardener, cook, I do it all the same.

And even if they look down at me, I keep my head upwhile I drink from a bottle.Either way I'm a good friend, and a Mexican,Mexican to the bone.

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