Lyrics

Watsonville (Crossing Over)...We're queuing up in Cheran canyon with our fortunes and our luck. We'll wait here for the moon to fade. Then, we climb in coyote's truck. River bound we'll be by morning. Norteñños nuevos are we all. California in the Springtime. We hold our breath until the Fall. We're crossing over, crossing over. And the desert seems so still. Crossing over, crossing over to the central valley, to Watsonville. I've got a photo of my sweet one. I keep it safe here in my shirt. She understands why I have to leave her. To chop the plants and work the dirt. We're crossing over, crossing over. And the midnight seems so still. Crossing over, crossing over to the central valley, to Watsonville. My brother Chaco sits beside me. I can taste his sweat in the fetid air. He keeps saying not to worry. No la migra, we'll soon be there. Screaming voices in the darkness. And the sound of crushing steel. Then just silence on the highway. And the smell of diesel fuel. We're crossing over, crossing over. And Chaquito seems so still. Crossing over, crossing over to the central valley, to Watsonville