Well I've packed all of my things into this blanket   Took all this year to earn Coyote's fare   Kiss my wife and kids goodbye   Choke back the quiver in my breath   And took my first steps into this corridor of death      If I'm lucky I will make it to a train   With 500 of my brothers   I will share the strain   Of standing in this boxcar, praying for rain   It's the only way we will quench our thirst      In these gardens of white crosses   Blowing in the California sand   In these gardens of white crosses   We are children of poverty, trying to make a stand      If we make it past the border, we will scatter   Vanish just like smoke in Autumn wind   I will run until my color will not matter   Hoping I can find some work, and possibly a friend   There are others who have made it here   They will show me how   To find a job, and a place to lay my head   And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my children   'Cuz there are 5 others in line for my bed      In these gardens of white crosses   Blowing in the California sand   In these gardens of white crosses   We are children of poverty, trying to make a stand      I will gladly pick your peaches   Or clean your hotel rooms   I will do the jobs, Americans won't do   With their cell phones to their heads   And seven hundred dollar shoes   I will risk my life, 'cuz it's all I have to lose      Met the Devil in the mountains   Promised me a ride   Found an 18-wheeler, put all of us inside   And just outside of victory, 19 of us died   But none of our bodies hit the floor      So my wife, she still wonders   When I'm coming home   The riches that I promised her   In leaving her alone   Said that I would send her all that I can save   But I ended up in California, in an unknown grave      In these gardens of white crosses   Blowing in the California sand   In these gardens of white crosses   We are children of poverty, dying to make a stand      In these gardens of white crosses   Blowing in the California sand   In these gardens of white crosses   We are children of poverty.....Dying to make a stand