Johnny's trapping stars in his car
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With the radio on
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In the parking lot
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Lily heard a sound
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While they were going down
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Someone on El Camino had been shot
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Carmelita stared
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She really cared for that boy
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He meant a lot
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Carmelita, she came over the border
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Immigration man saw her
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She wouldn't take a short order
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But it was so far behind her
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She had her heart on the wire
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She became a low rider
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Immigration's full of strange language strains
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Rules Carmelita never learned in school
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Not in school
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But in the streets of Mexico
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She came to know
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That borderlines were made to walk through
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Her daddy said you're fine,
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You're not the water, you're the wine
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You can take and make it all new
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So make it new
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Carmelita, she came over the border
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Immigration man saw her
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'Cause she refused to take a short order
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But it was easy to find her
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She joined the boulevard choir
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When he became a low rider
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Sometimes in the dark
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Some things just go wrong
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And it peels into the night just like a knife
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Like a knife
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They stab you so cold
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the blood is bottled and sold
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All she wanted was a radio to hold
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But she said dying makes her feel so old
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Carmelita, she came over the border
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Immigration man snagged her
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'Cause she wouldn't take a short order
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But it was easy to find her
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She joined the boulevard choir
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When she became a low rider
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Low Rider
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| Jim Carroll |
