Aguila

We hitched a ride to Aguila last summer, off the highway to LA Heard about some Mexicans making a killing compared to the wages we made We'd been cutting grass and cutting trees, tryin' to cut the hell right out of Phoenix Didn't pack a thing, didn't say goodbye Rolled into town as the sun went down Pulled out a bottle and passed it around And praised Aguila We made it through another day So tonight let's dance and say our fortune has changed When you're poor that's a lie you say We laid in the dirt of an abandoned church for shelter our very first night Cuddled up beneath a painting of the Garden of Eden, torn in some forgotten fight Soon we were picking fruit out in the heat, 16 hours a day, 7 days a week Eatin' out of the trash just to survive We took a break as the sun went down So they could, pull out the lights and we'd pick another round And prais Aguila We burned through another day You could spend all your life to write your name in the sand When you're poor it just blows away Lourdes started getting hungry stares from old caballeros, hadn't seen a woman in a while I said let's head for the desert, we'll take turns fighting off coyotes at night And I promise, babe, we'll get out of this waste, I just need another hundred or two But then one day I got back late And found Lourdes lying there in the cactus flowers Her blood starting to bloom When the time came I couldn't buy her a grave, I wrote her name in a concrete slab At the service station outside of Payson on my way up north to pick apples And I hope someday some child sees her name and says, "she must have been beautiful" For some poor man to leave her name in this place Praise Aguila, Oh, Aguila, Oh, Aguila