Edwin McCain - White Crosses Lyrics
Well I packed all of my things into this blanketTo call this year to earn coyotes fillKiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breathAnd took my first steps into this corridor of deathIf Im lucky I will make it to a drainWith 500 of my brothers, I would share the strainOf standing in this boxcar praying for rainIts the only the way we will quench our thirst[Chorus:]In these gardens of white crossesGrowing in the California sandIn these gardens of white crossesWe are the children of poverty trying to a make a standIf we make it past the border, we will scatterVanish just like smoke in autumn windI will run until my color will not matterHopin I can find some work or possibly a friendThere are others who have made it hereThey will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my headAnd I cannot be concerned with dreams of my childrenFor there are 5 others in line for my bed[Chorus:]In these gardens of white crossesGrowing in the California sandIn these gardens of white crossesWe are the children of poverty trying to a make a standI will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel roomsI will do the jobs American wont doWith cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoesI will risk my life cause its all I have to loseLet the devil in the mountains promise me a rideFound an 18 wheeler and put all of us insideAnd just outside of victory, 19 of us diedNone of our bodies hit the floorAnd so my wife she still wonders when Im coming homeThe riches that I promised her for leaving her aloneI said I would send her all that I could saveBut I ended up in California in an unknown grave[Chorus:]In these gardens of white crosses growing in the California sandIn these gardens of white crosses we are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand[repeat]
