[Verse 1]
Well, Miguel came from a small town
In northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Luis
To California three years ago
They crossed at the river levee
When Luis was just sixteen
And found work together
In the fields of the San Joaquin
[Verse 2]
They left their homes and family
Their father said, "My sons, one thing you will learn
For everything the north gives
It exacts a price in return"
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning until the day was through
Doing the work
The gueros wouldn't do
[Verse 3]
Word was out some men in from Sinaloa
Were looking for some hands
Well, deep in Fresno county
There was a deserted chicken ranch
Well there, in a small tin shack
On the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Luis stood
Cooking methamphetamine
Well, Miguel came from a small town
In northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Luis
To California three years ago
They crossed at the river levee
When Luis was just sixteen
And found work together
In the fields of the San Joaquin
[Verse 2]
They left their homes and family
Their father said, "My sons, one thing you will learn
For everything the north gives
It exacts a price in return"
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning until the day was through
Doing the work
The gueros wouldn't do
[Verse 3]
Word was out some men in from Sinaloa
Were looking for some hands
Well, deep in Fresno county
There was a deserted chicken ranch
Well there, in a small tin shack
On the edge of a ravine
Miguel and Luis stood
Cooking methamphetamine
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