In the darkness, in the desert
searchlights glare, and there's gunshots and shouting but
somehow I slipped by, only God knows why,
the trucker dropped me at the Arkansas line
Where I come from, is where the drugs run,
and the men come with money and lust
for honest living, I hope God's forgiving,
for I left my family for this one chance at hope
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
Scars and scratches, chemical rashes,
no one trusts me to do more than clean but,
I've got secrets, I've learned English
someday the name on the door will be mine
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
For all the politicians, state their positions,
collecting campaign cash to build a wall behind them but
I do work you won't, dirty jobs you don't,
and all I ask is the right to be human
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
searchlights glare, and there's gunshots and shouting but
somehow I slipped by, only God knows why,
the trucker dropped me at the Arkansas line
Where I come from, is where the drugs run,
and the men come with money and lust
for honest living, I hope God's forgiving,
for I left my family for this one chance at hope
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
Scars and scratches, chemical rashes,
no one trusts me to do more than clean but,
I've got secrets, I've learned English
someday the name on the door will be mine
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
For all the politicians, state their positions,
collecting campaign cash to build a wall behind them but
I do work you won't, dirty jobs you don't,
and all I ask is the right to be human
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/6/14 - 18:48
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Parole e musica di Andrew McKnight
Nel suo album del 2008 intitolato “Something Worth Standing For”
“My wife is from Panama, and I have learned to listen differently to the strains of Spanish on the streets of America. The journey here from the south is perilous and harsh, and I’ve come to wonder if I were the one living there, if I could find the courage to undertake it.” (Andrew McKnight)