| Dear Graciela, I’m writing this letter
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| Deep in the night and I’m all alone
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| It’s nearly breaking my heart to tell you
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| I’m so far away from home
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| I know I said I’d never cross the border
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| I know I promised to return to you
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| But I lost my job in the maquiladora
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| What’s a simple man to do?
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| I met a man in Tijuana
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| Said he had a job for me to do
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| Standing on a corner in San Diego
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| With a pocketful of red balloons
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| All I wanted was a little money
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| All I needed was a week or two
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| I never even saw the police coming
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| What’s a simple man to do?
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| Tell my mamma that I said I’m sorry
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| I know she didn’t bring me up this way
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| Ask if she could light a candle for me
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| Pray that I’ll come home someday
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| Oh Graciela, won’t you please forgive me
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| I never meant to bring this shame to you
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| I lost my job in the maquiladora
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| What’s a simple man to do? |