Deportease
(apologies to Woody Guthrie)
Don’t mind us, we’re just workin’,
We’re puttin’ in our time for decent pay.
Down Mexico we couldn’t keep our babies fed,
We had to pull up stakes and get away.
Don’t mind us we’re just workin’,
We’re doin’ jobs that you don’t want to do,
We’re scrapin’ by, sendin’ money home to Mama,
We’re not here to pick a fight with you.
CHORUS
You need your lawns mowed, let us do it.
You need your seeds sowed, let us do it.
You need your kids watched till they’re fully grown,
Your dishes washed and your dead leaves blown,
You need us and we’re here, let us do it!
Don’t mind us we’re just workin’
We came across with nothin’ but our clothes.
We heard this was the land where we could make a stand,
And if you’re willin’ to work, anything goes.
My brother Juan picks strawberries in Gilroy,
My sister makes the beds in Kankakee.
My wife’s a Merry Maid, and my cousin swings a spade,
And as for me, I mop the floors at KFC.
CHORUS
You need your lawns mowed, let us do it.
You need your seeds sowed, let us do it.
You need your kids watched till they’re fully grown,
Your dishes washed and your dead leaves blown,
You need us and we’re here, let us do it!
Don’t mind us, we’re just workin’,
Listen to us in this humble ballad.
We might live seven to a room, but we can work a broom,
And without us you’d pay fifty bucks for salad.
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