Miguel came from a small town in northen Mexico
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He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
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They crossed at the river levee when Louis was just sixteen
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And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin
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They left their homes and family
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Their father said "My sons one thing you will learn
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For everything the north gives it exacts a price in return."
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They worked side by side in the orchards
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From morning till the day was through
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Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.
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Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
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Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch
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There in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
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Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine.
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You could spend a year in the orchards
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Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift
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Working for the men from Sinaloa
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But if you slipped the hydriodic acid
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Could burn right through your skin
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They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert
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If you breathed those fumes in
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It was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside
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When the shack exploded lighting up the valley night
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Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swale
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To the creekside and there in the tall grass Louis Rosales died
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Miguel lifted Louis' body into his truck and then he drove
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To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove
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There in the dirt he dug up ten thousand dollars all that they'd saved
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Kissed his brother's lips and placed him in his grave
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Sinaloa Cowboys
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| Bruce Springsteen |
