Edwin McCain, escribe esta canción en la década de los 90´s, luego de una decepción amorosa. Pero es con la serie de televisión Dawson's Creek en los años 1998 y 2003, que esta canción toma fuerza en la radio estadounidense, puesto que se convierte en uno de los referentes de esta serie.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Verse GCadd9 Well I packed all of my things into this blanket Em7/GDsus2 To call this year to earn coyotes fill Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath Em7Dsus2Dsus2 And took my first steps into this corridor of death Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 If I’m lucky I will make it to a drain Em7/GDsus2 With 500 of my brothers, I would share the strain Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 Of standing in this boxcar praying for rain Em7Dsus2 It’s the only the way we will quench our thirst
Chorus Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses GGmaj9Em7/G Growing in the California sand Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses Cadd9Gadd9Cadd9Dsus2Em7/G We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand
Verse GCadd9 If we make it past the border, we will scatter Em7/GDsus2 Vanish just like smoke in autumn wind Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 I will run until my color will not matter Em7Dsus2 Hopin’ I can find some work or possibly a friend Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 There are others who have made it here Em7/GDsus2 They will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my children Em7Dsus2 For there are 5 others in line for my bed
Chorus Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses GGmaj9Em7/G Growing in the California sand Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses Cadd9Gadd9Cadd9Dsus2Em7/G We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand
GCadd9 I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel rooms Em7/GDsus2 I will do the jobs American won’t do A7sus4Gadd9Cadd9 With their cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes Em7Dsus2Dsus2 I will risk my life ‘cause it’s all I have to lose
GCadd9 Let the devil in the mountains promise me a ride Em7Dsus2 Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us inside Asus4Cadd9 And just outside of victory, 19 of us died Em7Dsus2 None of our bodies hit the floor
Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 And so my wife she still wonders when I’m coming home Em7Dsus2 The riches that I promised her for leaving her alone Asus4Gadd9Cadd9 I said that I would send her all that I could save Em7Dsus2 But I ended up in California in an unknown grave
Chorus Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses GGmaj9Em7/G Growing in the California sand Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses Cadd9Gadd9Cadd9Dsus2Em7/G We are the children of poverty dying to a make a stand
Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses GGmaj9Em7/G Growing in the California sand Cadd9Dsus4 In these gardens of white crosses Cadd9Gadd9Cadd9Dsus2Em7/G We are the children of poverty dying to a make a stand 3/4 1/4 3/4 1/4 Em7/G - Cadd9 - G - Cadd9 (reapeat that fading out.)