<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=65176" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>White Crosses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well I packed all of my things into this blanket<br>To call this year to earn coyotes fill<br>Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath<br>And took my first steps into this corridor of death<br>If Im lucky I will make it to a drain<br>With 500 of my brothers, I would share the strain<br>Of standing in this boxcar praying for rain<br>Its the only the way we will quench our thirst<br>[Chorus:]<br>In these gardens of white crosses<br>Growing in the California sand<br>In these gardens of white crosses<br>We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand<br>If we make it past the border, we will scatter<br>Vanish just like smoke in autumn wind<br>I will run until my color will not matter<br>Hopin I can find some work or possibly a friend<br>There are others who have made it here<br>They will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head<br>And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my children<br>For there are 5 others in line for my bed<br>[Chorus:]<br>In these gardens of white crosses<br>Growing in the California sand<br>In these gardens of white crosses<br>We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand<br>I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel rooms<br>I will do the jobs American wont do<br>With cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes<br>I will risk my life cause its all I have to lose<br>Let the devil in the mountains promise me a ride<br>Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us inside<br>And just outside of victory, 19 of us died<br>None of our bodies hit the floor<br>And so my wife she still wonders when Im coming home<br>The riches that I promised her for leaving her alone<br>I said I would send her all that I could save<br>But I ended up in California in an unknown grave<br>[Chorus:]<br>In these gardens of white crosses growing in the California sand<br>In these gardens of white crosses we are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand<br>[repeat]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Edwin McCain - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=65176" data-title="White Crosses" data-description="Well I packed all of my things into this blanket To call this year to earn coyotes fill Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath And took my first steps into this corridor of death If Im lucky I will make it to a drain With..."></div> </div> </div>

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